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Holding a vision of a world that works for all..... "Let yourself be silently drawn by the stronger pull of what you really love." ~ Rumi
Friday, December 2, 2022
A Prayer: Candlemas
Our True Nature
David Bedrick on UnShaming, Vulnerability, and Authenticity
Charles Bukowski: Having Lots of Cats Is Good
Thursday, December 1, 2022
Reflections on Healing, Resilience, and Grace
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My heart celebrates, even as it aches, with each new piece to the great mosaic that I am able to connect and which holds us all, all of life. There is such mystery, wonder, beauty, and madness in our world. The curiosity of my spirit, and the depths of the caring within my heart and soul, inspires me to hold onto the sacred thread which leads me deeper and deeper into awakening, consciousness, love.
Not that this is an easy path. It is not. It is not, for instance, easy to recognize, see, feel, and increasingly understand the impact of trauma all around us. And within myself and those I love. But today I get to see, to know, to be aware of more and more of these different mosaic pieces and how they fit together. And that is such a gift. Such a gift. With each new layer of understanding and healing, my capacity to embody compassion and love and the wholeness of my sacred being increases. It's also been a long journey to get to where I am today. And this journey continues. It is lifelong...
For all of the deep sorrows that I am able feel today, which were once out of conscious reach, I would not trade in the fullness of my emotional world, the richness of my life, and the depths of my growing compassion and wisdom and love for anything. It is a myth that there is any such thing as being "comfortably numb." That is but a delusion. A house of cards. I know. I used to live in that numbness, those addictions and distractions, that deeply fractured and disconnected state.
Decades ago, when I was in the early years of my sobriety, I remember reading somewhere that there would come a day on this path of heart when the richness of a life fully lived would grow stronger than any pull to go back. So true. So true. And it took me many years to cross over that line where going back was simply never to be an option again. There is too much beauty and wonder, laughter and joy, connection and belonging, meaning and purpose, awareness and authenticity, wisdom and truth, and sweetness and love in my life today. There is so very much to be grateful for.
And, yes, there are losses. There are tears. There are years of hard work shedding so many illusions, fears, shame, and obstacles that I had built within myself against love. I had no idea then just how fortified I was. Not a clue. Because I could not have imagined a different way of being in the world. I could not have imagined my life today.
Of course, what I have come to realize along the way is that it was harder work to stay numb, disassociated, unaware. It was more painful to keep the trauma I unknowingly held in the depths of my heart and my body at bay. It just takes so much energy to keep everything down. Carrying the imprint of unaddressed trauma is such a heavy, heavy weight to carry, one that so many of us often don't even know is there. I certainly didn't in years gone by.
And we also have no idea of the unimaginable freedom and profound gifts that come with letting go of years and generations of ancestral and cultural trauma and pain that had been denied and held in secrecy, even from oneself. And at such a tragic price.
The related excerpts below from Gabor Maté's latest book, The Myth of Normal, are an empowering gift — a gift that I am called to share. As we face rather than deny the trauma that we carry as individuals and collectively, within our families and communities, and in our culture and world, we are freed to root into paths of wholeness and love.
May we individually and collectively come to more deeply understand trauma and its impacts — and inspire and support one another along the way. May courage, curiosity, compassion, and ever growing consciousness be contagious. This is the journey of transformation and love. This is the journey of healing, resilience, and grace. 🙏🙏
Francis Weller: Grief and Love Are Sisters
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Grief and Love Are Sisters
The work of the mature person is to carry grief in one hand and gratitude in the other and to be stretched large by them. How much sorrow can I hold? That’s how much gratitude I can give. If I carry only grief, I’ll bend toward cynicism and despair. If I have only gratitude, I’ll become saccharine and won’t develop much compassion for other people’s suffering. Grief keeps the heart fluid and soft, which helps make compassion possible.
Grief
is subversive, undermining the quiet agreement to behave and be in
control of our emotions. It is an act of protest that declares our
refusal to live numb and small. There is something feral about grief,
something essentially outside the ordained and sanctioned behaviors
of our culture. Because of that, grief is necessary to the vitality
of the soul. Contrary to our fears, grief is suffused with
life-force.... It is not a state of deadness or emotional flatness.
Grief is alive, wild, untamed and cannot be domesticated. It resists
the demands to remain passive and still. We move in jangled,
unsettled, and riotous ways when grief takes hold of us. It is truly
an emotion that rises from the soul.
Grief and love are
sisters, woven together from the beginning. Their kinship reminds us
that there is no love that does not contain loss and no loss that is
not a reminder of the love we carry for what we once held close.
Teacher
and grief specialist Stephen Jenkinson says, “Hold your sorrow to a
degree of eloquence, whereby everyone around you will be fed by your
efforts to do so.” Becoming skillful at digesting our grief makes
us a source of reassurance and stability for the wider
community.
This beautiful poem by Rashani Réa, “The
Unbroken,” offers us a glimpse into what we may find nestled inside
our deepest sorrows:
There
is a brokenness out of which comes the unbroken, a shatteredness out
of which blooms the unshatterable. There is a sorrow beyond all grief
which leads to joy and a fragility out of whose depths emerges
strength. There is a hollow space too vast for words through which we
pass with each loss, out of whose darkness we are sanctified into
being. There is a cry deeper than all sound whose serrated edges cut
the heart as we break open to the place inside which is unbreakable
and whole, while learning to sing.
― Francis Weller
Rumi: The Guest House
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This
being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A
joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as
an unexpected visitor.
Welcome
and entertain them all!
Even if they’re a crowd of
sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its
furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be
clearing you out
for some new delight.
The
dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door
laughing,
and invite them in.
Be
grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
Kahlil Gibran: On Joy and Sorrow
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