white pearls of crystalline loss

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We cannot get at beauty. Its nature is like opaline doves’-neck lustres, hovering and evanescent. Herein it resembles the most excellent things, which all have this rainbow character, defying all attempts at appropriation and use……Ralph Waldo Emerson

a string of pearls so beautifully placed….so much like the familiar cadence of nature and soul intention….when we are always wishing for something else, we’re perpetually saying goodbye…..may we slow down and cease to push life away…..

Mary Oliver suggests that, in Western society at least, when a person finally goes off in search of her core, it is, psychologically, ‘already late’ in her life and it does not happen in a quiet, sunlit, or easy moment, but rather in the middle of a ‘wild night,’ when there is darkness and chaos all about. At times like these, her greatest need is for the company of her own true voice, yet she is not likely to hear that voice until she has progressed some distance down the road. She must leap into the night with blind faith or not at all. The journeyer identifies this savable life only by ‘striding deeper and deeper into the world,’ and in so doing, she finds the place in which here life and the life of the world are one; she finds the place where, as Frederick Buechner says, ‘our deepest gladness and the world’s hunger meet.’ The life she saves is what Campbell calls ‘the core of us….the basic character of our being,’ which leads to a life of joyful service to the world. This salvation is an act of love, love of both self and world……..Bill Plotkin

 the breeze washing the dust away….

That which has to be faced, and is somehow profoundly familiar to the unconscious- though unknown, surprising, and even frightening to the conscious personality- makes itself known; and what formerly was meaningful may become strangely emptied of value….This first stage of the mythological journey- which we have designated the ‘call to adventure’- signifies that destiny has summoned the hero and transferred his spiritual center of gravity from within the pale of his society to a zone unknown……Joseph Campbell

4 thoughts on “white pearls of crystalline loss

  1. So it goes, there is a quiet calling, so mysterious to those whose ears cannot, or do not listen … Once known, and I think it could be a destiny that arises based on time, place, and condition, it is never forgotten, no matter how the world, or life tries to distract, the steady sound, like waves rolling on the shore, compels the soul to wake the wanderer, the soldier lays down his arms, the blacksmith his hammer, the ears turn toward that destiny and the thought of conquest changes to another realm, and the hearth burns inside with an alchemical fire !

    • going into deep woods, a candlelit chapel, hours with my books and a sunny morning on my yoga mat all bring this heightened sense of the sacred……no before or after needed…..just simplicity…..may you be steeped in destiny’s simple calling this weekend g.f.s….

  2. If each life is a river, then it should be no surprise that we do not even notice the changes that occur until we are far from the shore. We wake and nothing is the same. What once was familiar, is no longer. (Forever changed.) My name once meant daughter, mother, friend, sister, beloved.

    Now I am but a scattering of those words given to other letters – a star against the darkest night – truth in a bowl. I have become that which I never thought I’d be. A secret, a dream, a poem. I am this – body and soul. Fill me, empty me. Tell me lies. I will still be who I am. I will yet still be. ~ Me (just)

    • the archetypal wild woman knows the depths of restless water…..maybe this is why vessels are so intriguing….and the wabi sabi life plans that allow us to smile at our memories…..I am a boiling sea…..fill your well from the truth bowl Bobbie….

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