Blessing as a way of life.
As I started to write this story, my mind, the taskmaster, started to make its usual noises. So I decided to take a breather and to listen. And so I did. I remembered the following.
That we are not separate. That the spaces between us are not 'empty', but filled with the blessings of who we are and who we are becoming. The eye has been trained to see our bodies as separate things, but at the same time our minds are very aware of the rich inner world, the experiences, the divine imagination and the passion that lives within. Never do these experiences 'belong' to one, but to all. Obviously we have our personal experiences seen through our personal lens. But in sharing our stories we evoke awareness and spiritual community. In sharing our stories, we remind one another that there is a world of between-ness (to use the word of John O'Donohue, the Irish poet) and that this is a blessing in itself.
Our stories are so complex, we can never write it all. Often, more is said by that which is left unsaid and the Mystery lives in the world of between-ness.
When we allow the cold, rigid intellect to own our stories, then the hidden will die. That which lives in the Otherworld and in Unseen, only exists when they are seen and heard by the Awareness of our Soul. And only through Soul can our potential lives be lived to its fullest extent and passion.
Thus the personal journey of individuation and remembering, becomes the thread and the cloth of blessings for all.
It is possible to live life as a blessing and it is also known as Love or Beauty. These are words that have become mere shadows of their true meaning; rather fancy than imagination, in the words of Kant.
Rumi says : Let the beauty we love be what we do / There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.
And my favourite poet and author John o'Donohue says : when we awaken to the call of beauty, we become aware of new ways of being in the world. We were created to be creators. At its deepest heart, creativity is meant to serve and to evoke beauty. Beauty is a free spirit and will not be trapped within the grid of intentionality. In the light of beauty, the strategies of the ego melt like a web against a candle. With swift, sheer grace, it is like a divine breath that blows the heart open.
And, so with an open heart I will continue with my story, sharing with you the deep footsteps that Beauty left on me, taking me into the Heart of Eros.