Being Where You Are
#Tuning #Trusting #(Un)Changing
Hi, Friends,
it's already been two weeks since we last met, here.
Just this morning, upon reading a few emails and sharing a few words with some, I've been struck by the inner light we all live through or it living through us; a light we may realize that cannot be lost, even if we can't recognize it, at times.
So what to do when we feel distanced by this light, may I say, by our inner I (eye) which sees the capacities of our infinite beingness?
Carrying on from where we are, is all we can do. The willingness to live in this realm of uncertainty is the recipe for maturity. And may all aspects of ourselves carry us through this freedom of not knowing only when the content of knowing our inner light becomes known.
Letting our conversations, our dialogues be a tuning, an opening rather than a misunderstanding, a set of a one way of looking at ideas and opinions, would most likely bring our awareness up to speed with our original nature of recognizing that place when we arrive, each and every time for the first time; that place where only the heart knows how it feels.
Those are the moments when words become inconceivable and yet are what we use to communicate in everyday language. And when we don't even divide thought with feeling, we experience how they are not separate but complement each other. Interesting how to think and thank come from the same origin as thought.
Everything, thoughts, and experiences we go through are processes instead of final outcomes and results of who we think we are. Who would want to eat or taste the entire list on the menu? Wouldn't you want to leave some room and be satisfied with a new item, at another given moment in time?
As I've been freely watching the tracks of flying geese migrating from one place to another at this time of the year, every thought and feeling seems to come together in Mary Oliver's poem, Wild Geese. I hope something in here resonates with you too. This poem is the language of her heart which reminds us to love what we love and listen to the whispers of silence and noise which guide and support us. Safe travels to the unknown destination, my friends.
Wild Geese
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting -
over and over announcing your place in the family of things.
Best & Warm Wishes,
xo, Sylvia