making ourselves comfortable for the long haul into humanity


Call the world, if you please, “the vale of Soul-making.” Then you will find out the use of the world…There may be intelligences or sparks of the divinity in millions– but they are not Souls till they acquire identities, till each one is personally itself. Intelligences are atoms of perception – they know and they see and they are pure, in short they are God.  How then are Souls to be made?… How but by the medium of a world like this?… Do you not see how necessary a World of Pains and Troubles is to school an Intelligence and make it a Soul? A place where the heart must feel and suffer in a thousand diverse ways.… As various as the Lives of Men are– so various become their souls, and thus does God make individual beings, Souls…of the sparks of his own essence…….John Keats

receiving all sensations…..self and me and mine and the old me and the hopeful me…..they battle and they play endless games and they softly acquiesce into an old discomfort that is easily held in its familiarity…another paradox……and then the giant wave of mercy introduces itself once again asking about the finer points of joy and sorrow…..this is where we find our choices…..our path….our humanness….

A dead monk leaves behind little-

days, strung together like prayer beads,

have slipped through his fingers.

Nights he burned like a vigil candle

through the darkness

have all melted away.

Even the three religious medals

found in his drawer- so old no one could tell

who the holy personages are-

resemble the life here:

worn faces you pass,

day after day

in the hallway.

Saints you don’t

even recognize.

…Daniel Skach-Mills

…and it’s all we can do….all we can do….(head bowed low)

Our grief manifests as a self-judgment, as fear, as guilt, as anger, and blame. It is that insistent mercilessness with ourselves and a world which we hardly let within. Our grief is our fear of loss, our fear of the unknown, our fear of death. Grief is the rope burns left behind when what we have held to most dearly is pulled out of reach, beyond our grasp. Examining what we feel, not analyzing why, we discover the labyrinthine patterns of our grief and unfinished business, the skeletons of so many moments of life which became lost by the wayside. And the darkness of a thousand moments of helplessness and hopelessness is illuminated in a clear and merciful awareness. That which has seemed so untouchable in the past is cradled in the arms of forgiveness and compassion, and the armoring begins to melt. Those who know their pain and their grief most intimately seem to be the lightest and most healed of the beings we have met……Stephen Levine

6 thoughts on “making ourselves comfortable for the long haul into humanity

  1. We mistakenly equate life with suffering, making bearing the burden of the cross our own private martyrdom, yet the non-dual manifestation of this is simply life’s expression, a givingness that allows our soul’s expression of its own choices made before entering through the womb. Heaven knows I have had my share, and no one could have told me at the time it was anything but suffering. Upon reflection the great joys are recalled the least, yet balanced every pain and sadness. We must reconsider what we keep …
    Leonard Cohen also wrote Halleujah … May your Sunday find many Halleujahs …

    • love Leonard…..and why can’t we trust how life unfolds? how can we see suffering in a different light? when will the world be more conscious, and is that the right question to ask? Life simply moves how it’s going to move……amazing to look back isn’t it? may your unfinished business be docile and clear g.f.s…..

  2. “Joy and sorrow are inseparable. . . together they come and when one sits alone with you . . remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.” ~ Gibran

    Grief can destroy or strengthen. We can focus on the loss that took everything and left us alone, OR we can realize that every moment was more precious than we dared recognize at the time, so much that it scared us, so we just lived, just took for granted the love and laughter of each day, and didn’t allow ourselves to consider the sacredness of it, the beauty of its existence.

    The real joy of grief is to finally see that it wasn’t just a meal or a drive together, not just watching sunsets together, not just mowing the grass or washing dishes together or worrying over a high electric bill. It was everything, it was the why of life, every event and precious moment of it.

    Love is the answer to the mystery of existence, even when that love is (more often than not) imperfect. Allowing the fullness of that emotion serves to awake us to the deeper truth, to the sanctity of it. Suddenly you realize that you’ve been driven to your knees not by the weight of the loss, but in gratitude for all that preceded it. The ache endures, but one day it is without the emptiness. For to nurture that emptiness, is to take comfort in it and to disrespect the gift that is life – that is love.

    We don’t miss what we don’t love. May today be a moment for realization, and flat kneed gratitude. ~ Love, Bobbie

    • so much about moving through suffering is undoing our conditioning against it….this gratitude you speak so eloquently of is indeed our foundation…our eyes are wide as our hearts…..not allowing anything to not be seen, yet having the space to hold it all….may your heart be full and wide with love Bobbie….

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