Lord, the air smells good today,
straight from the mysteries
within the inner courts of God.
A grace like new clothes thrown across the garden,
free medicine for everybody.
The trees in their prayer, the birds in praise.
Is it possible, I asked myself, that I’m being summoned from some deep and holy place within? Am I being asked to enter a passage in the spiritual life- the journey from false self to true self? Am I being asked to dismantle old masks and patterns and unfold a deeper, more authentic self- the one God created me to be? Am I being compelled to disturb my inner universe in quest of the undiscovered being who clamors from within?….Sue Monk Kidd
the subtleties of wisdom are as delicate as feathers…..deeply listening to the wind in the eras of our lives invites a precious re-assemblage of our story line…..no one can make the depths of loneliness right again…..no, only we can bring a whisper-soft nudge to our exquisite denial….a respected teacher says, ‘Hope is not a plan.’ Indeed, we free ourselves through tender care…..
In later life, we must learn to live in the formidable middle ground of our nature, where depth and character reside. We also have to notice what triggers our need to mask ourselves or flaunt our expertise in overdeveloped roles- and for whom we do this. We need to find the stronger identity that wants to emerge. This ‘white picket gate’ offers the wisdom gifts of curiosity, flexibility, and self-acceptance. We find it uncomfortable and unnecessary to either inflate or deflate ourselves because our self-trust and self-acceptance are fully anchored in self-sufficiency. We begin to realign and experience congruence as we relax into our true face by letting go of the masks and roles that have kept both our defensive and offensive strategies in place. Embracing our wisdom face, we can meet the challenge with which the eighth-century Buddhist sage Hui-Neng is reputed to have confronted his disciples, ‘Show me the face you had before even your parents were born.’….Angeles Arrien