May your spirit soar throughout the vast cathedral of your being.
May your mind whirl joyful cartwheels of creativity.
May your heart sing sweet lullabies of timelessness.
-Jonathan Lockwood Huie
Today, as I send forth this blessing of abundance I am struck by the paradox of life. You know that feeling; that sensation of a big hole in your heart. In our youth we feel the exuberance of possibilities with the vast horizon of life before us. As we move along on our journey we experience the continual turning of life. Chapters end and new ones begin. Over time, a poignancy arises in the culmination of perceived loss.
Perhaps, our busyness can distract us from being present to life’s impermanence. We try to hold on tightly to safety with the false security of never endings. Yet, something deeper in us knows there is value in acknowledging what is.
I scribbled down a few quotes from books that have been my companion in times past. It has been a few years since I happened upon them but they still hold special meaning.
"As we come more into understanding that working with the dying is a way of working on ourselves, we find that working on ourselves means dying…letting go of the separate self, of the every foothold and gesture that maintains our identity apart from others and our original nature, our profound oneness with all that is. " -Stephen Levine
I received a call from a friend this week who is experiencing a painful conflict. As I listened and later reflected on the dilemma I realized that the players and circumstances may be different but we all experience a similar distress at one time or another. When we drop the story line that vulnerable hole in our heart is a common human experience. We are in this together.
"In the beginning was God and God was without form. For God to have form there must be duality- a positive and a negative charge. God created light and dark. The passive dark had no need to express, but the active light did, the part of God that wanted to express and create. The light is unconditional love; the dark is the space to receive it. Once we were created we got attached to the form and forgot the formless. We forgot that God could not express without us. Fear, the illusion that we are separate from that which created and encompasses us, prevents us from remembering we are God and love in form. When we remember we experience no separation between God in form and God formless; we are both." ~Debra Duda
Perhaps, we are here to help each other remember.
"May our spirit's soar throughout the vast cathedral of our being"...
on the form and formless wing's of God's Love.
Contributed by Liz Sorensen Wessel
Polyprint watercolor by ~liz
