illuminating self-transcendence


Exploration is a less important need than that of safety. We know, for example, that only one who feels inwardly confident, who has a certain degree of faith in his or her ability to meet the unknown, can venture forth. The ability to confront conflicts and fears, to acknowledge our longing for security, for roots or unending love and approval, yet- at the same time- to remain unswervingly fixed on an insecure path because we sense it to be our right path is, to my way of thinking, heroic. This takes the courage to be. Thomas Merton says of the monk who confronts his own challenges squarely, ‘The paradox that one must face, if he really takes the truth seriously, is the pragmatic fact that sincerity means insecurity’…….Marsha Sinetar

filled with self-awareness is empowerment extraordinaire….these leaps of strength call us to the deepest truth of our life, one that will unleash a paradoxical unselfishness…..whether we step outside of conventional life or embrace the minutiae of domesticity, it is only through passion that life invites depth and wonder……

While it is useful to make bridges even to those groups one does not belong to, and it is important to try to be kind, it is also imperative to not strive too hard, to not believe too deeply that if one acts just right, if one manages to tie down all the itches and twitches of the wildish criatura, that one can actually pass for a nice, restrained, subdued, and demure lady-woman. It is that kind of acting, that kind of ego-wish to belong at all costs, that knocks out the Wild Woman connection in the psyche. Then instead of a vital woman you have a nice woman who is de-clawed. Then you have a well-behaved, well-meaning, nervous woman, panting to be good. No, it is better, more graceful, and far more soulful to just be what and as you are and let the other creatures be what they are too…..Clarissa Pinkola Estes

the way of fire….

Cheap grace is the grace we bestow on ourselves. Costly grace is the treasure hidden in the field; for the sake of it a man will gladly go and sell all that he has. It is the pearl of great price to buy which the merchant will sell all his goods. Costly grace is the gospel which must be sought again and again, the gift which must be asked for, the door at which a man must knock. Such grace is costly because it calls us to follow- It is costly because it costs a man his life, and it is grace because it gives a man the only true life……Dietrich Bonhoeffer

7 thoughts on “illuminating self-transcendence

  1. I love this, Blue. Two nights ago, as my headlights illuminated the driveway, I saw shape beneath a pine in the backyard. I knew who it was – a bachelor bobcat stopping by on his way to visit the nearby barn (and a yellow tabby)….. I’ve been warned that they might attack (there are actually two, although one a bit larger than the other) and yet, I saw nothing that seemed to be dangerous. Still, I moved slow as I moved to the back porch……..

    I sat on the steps and watched him as he watched me. I talked and he cried (or at least it felt like he was crying)……a low soulful sound. We stayed that way for almost an hour before I rose from the steps and called out, ‘I’m going in now. Come back any time.’ As I reached for the door, I looked back to see him leaving the shadows toward the barn. Is he still wild? Of course, but he knew there was no harm to come from me the same as I knew there was none from him. We exist and we love, and when presented with a miracle, we should sit as long as possible in its glow……… And (despite word to the contrary) miracles abound! I love this image. ~ Ever, Bobbie

    • your luminescence held him there, still, calm…..’come back anytime’…..a soul mantra to the deep…..may your woodsy home always sustain the magic of conscious connection……waxing moon Bobbie….

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