clearer, self portrait
The past few weeks I’ve felt clearer than usual. I think its a combination of things: An awareness that this year, new age marks a greater consciousness for us humans. I have felt it in the streets and in stores when out and about. A bit more kindness and softness. More smiles and warmth exchanged. A deeper gratefulness to be here. People seem less afraid to engage in conversation. In fact just a second ago, a lovely woman sitting near me at the coffee shop leaned over and asked me a few questions. She didn’t really feel like a stranger. A barista brought me my drink and he said giggling “Here’s your foggie!” in reference to the London Fog steaming in my mug. We both laughed. It was such a kindred thing to say! Something I would call my drink. This is what I mean about not being strange-ers. I just feel this Universal shift of oneness. Perhaps just on a small scale right now but I have hope that these vibrations will expand out to all humanity.
Speaking of this gig of Being Human, today I read this…
poem by Rumi
Oh how this brought a newish clarity to me, even though this awareness and wisdom has lived in my heart over the years as I’ve navigated some ache from relationships. Recently, I felt it fully sink in on a deeper level. I needed this shift in perspective of feeling wounded to feeling grateful for that ache, pain, separation, rejection, whatever it may be between me and another human that didn’t go as I had longed or hoped.
“Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.”
Our pain and sorrow, our hurt…it offers us compassion for those around us that may be going through something similar. It give us an opportunity to love deeper and wider…ourselves and others. It brings us to our knees so that we can reMember our strength to stand and be brave in allowing others to help lift us. So much, so much! Our pain and sorrow are gifts. Sometimes I grasp this concept immediately and the healing moves faster through my body, my heart. Sometimes, depending on the layers, it can take days, months years for me to recognize fully why I am grateful something happened the way it did.
But now I have Rumi to remind me.
And in that pain, when in the thick mucky gook of it, when we find ourselves in a spiral, there is goodness in that too.
The other day, I reached out to a friend spilling some anxieties and fears, knowing my thoughts were completely unraveling and out of my control in the moment, I said “These feelings are so unfamiliar. Am I spiraling?”
And she sent me this passage…
passage from Jack Kornfield in his book After the Esctasy, the Laundry
I felt myself lay back, arms wide open…fully embracing the spiral because spiraling is human and we all do it and how healing, how validating is it to just surrender? Surrender to the dance with an awareness that we will eventually come back to our center? And in that returning to center, we will be fuller and wiser? Sigh. Good good stuff.
“In the course of this great spiral,
we return to where we started again and again,
but each time with a fuller, more open heart.”
Mmmmm…I wanted to share these nuggets with you as they were shared with me. They offered me compassion and patience, surrender and relief for mySelf, for others and especially for those “guides” that come into my life. ; )