We’re in the throes of deep revision and the only way out is through.
The question that presses at me daily now is this: Will I allow myself to be changed for the better by this pandemic? Today? Even
This capacity to understand ourselves as in and of one another, shot through with divinity, and sourced in our beloved planet, is available to everyone. It’s deeply comforting. And it’s the only starting place for the healing we—and our planet—need.
Anxiety is simply what it feels like to move through the birth canal, and awful as it is, it brings us to birth.
During a tax upheaval deeply burdensome to poor people, in an inhospitable town, on a dark night, divinity became human. What plays out in our small lives pales in comparison to the big love at work in and through them.
You’ve got to deconstruct the old to make room for the new, whether it’s a hallway or a soul. Or, in the case of writers, a rough draft. Or, in the case of climate change, old energy dependencies. Or, in the case of a broken democracy, old complacencies.
I wish for us that we can look back at this point in history as a time of spiritual awakening, transformative love, healing reconciliation, and powerful creativity. A time where we collectively went through an evolutionary leap.
I wonder if love wants to be born through even my fear, that fear can crack me open if I choose rather than shut me down.
This, I suspect, is the great invitation of entering Shadowland. In the face of real darkness, we can now reorder our lives according to our values, and live these values to the utmost.
How can we contain rather than squander the gifts we’re showered with? How can we nurture our gifts so they thrive?