the bliss of shedding old baggage…..

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I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear, nor did I wish to practice resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms, and, if it proved to be mean, why then to get the whole and genuine meanness of it, and publish its meanness to the world; or if it were sublime, to know it by experience, and be able to give a true account of it in my next excursion…..Thoreau

when we feel like we’re dragging a bag of shadows or stones or unwanted questions around, it is part of digging in to root out…..to find that honesty about where our lives charm us or leave us burdened…..signs of a hungry heart…..

We are drawn to a spiritual path out of a desire for tranquil abiding. Just saying the words feels wonderful, like an antidote to the fear, unhappiness, and anxiety with which we often approach life. Fear of what? Fear of our basic human condition. If we stop long enough to take a quiet look at our situation, we’ll hear the tick-tick-ticking of time’s impersonal progress. Spirituality invites us to linger. It gives us a way of standing naked in the truth of the human condition, meeting it head-on with curiosity and openness. This is serious work, but the mysterious outcome of the work is a lightness of heart- what we call happiness……Elizabeth Lesser

middle ground is hard to find….

In the dark interior space of the forge, life is heated and beaten into soul. The anvil is its altar, because the sweaty work going on is a spiritual one, an alchemy by which the raw materials of life are shaped. The unicorn is a spiritual beast, an amalgam of the high and the low, just as the forge is a dark place where a tough smithy does his grimy work. It’s all very sensuous and very spiritual, and it all takes place in the dark, where the only light is made by sparks and fire. This is the magic and creativity of the dark place. Here an alchemy of the elements transforms the raw stuff of a life into a thing of usefulness and beauty. A dark night can toughen you and steel you helping you to be a real presence in your world. The most precious gift of your dark night might be the sheer edge and heft of your soul, your presence as a person of real substance……Thomas Moore

5 thoughts on “the bliss of shedding old baggage…..

  1. How can we ever imagine we are nothing less than Gods becoming? Where in the universe of our understanding is there any proof otherwise? The scent of roses, the magesty of sunset over mountains, the soothing roll of waves in our ears, or feeling the stillness, yet abundance of life in the forest… The very fact that we can argue this point with each other is veritable proof of our Divinity … Ours is the paradox of being, of all other things in this realm, we are given the knowledge of the tree of life, yet we argue over our being, the living proof of love incarnate!

    • And why not just live it all full-on like a great adventure or experiment like Thoreau did?……a ‘bring it on’ attitude…..so much more fun than living from a place of fear and lack…..I’m gonna carry that mantra of ‘nothing less than Gods becoming’…..love that….stir up some alchemy g.f.s……

  2. Indeed, Thoreau understood the simplest of truths ~ what we often struggle to comprehend. Who we are has nothing to do with where we are. Even in the darkness, we can imagine a window and the song of the sparrow. ~ Bobbie

    “However mean your life is, meet and live it; do not shun it and call it hard names. It is not so bad as you are. It looks poorest when you are richest. The fault-finder will find faults even in paradise. Love your life, poor as it is. You may perhaps have some pleasant, thrilling, glorious hours, even in a poorhouse. The setting sun is reflected from the windows of the almshouse as brightly as from the rich man’s abode; the snow melts before its doors as early in the spring. Cultivate property like a garden herb, like sage. Do not trouble yourself much to get new things, whether clothes or friends. Turn the old; return to them. Things do not change; we change. Sell your clothes and keep your thoughts… Superfluous wealth can buy superfluities only. Money is not required to buy one necessary of the soul.”

    • awesome quote….reminding us to not take ourselves too seriously while still honoring this gifted life….I have a feeling you’re living it brightly……blessings Bobbie….

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