yielding to our intimate gifts


Vulnerability isn’t good or bad: It’s not what we call a dark emotion, nor is it always a light, positive experience. Vulnerability is the core of all emotions and feelings. To feel is to be vulnerable. Vulnerability is the birthplace of love, belonging, joy, courage, empathy, and creativity. It is the source of hope, empathy, and creativity, accountability, and authenticity. If we want greater clarity in our purpose or deeper and more meaningful spiritual lives, vulnerability is the path……Brene Brown

so quiet now, sitting here with that little hidden gift…..where do our angels live? the ones who call us to dig for our truth…..the ones who will hold our fears….if only we open the door…..

Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me!

A fine wind is blowing the new direction of Time.

If only I let it bear me, carry me, if only it carry me!

If only I am sensitive, subtle, oh, delicate,

a winged gift!

If only, most lovely of all,

I yield myself and am borrowed

By the fine, an exquisite chisel,

a wedge-blade inserted;

If only I am keen and hard

like the sheer tip of a wedge

Driven by invisible blows,

The rock will split, we shall come at the wonder,

we shall find the Hesperides.

Oh, for the wonder that bubbles into my soul,

I would be a good fountain, a good wellhead,

Would blur no whisper, spoil no expression.

What is the knocking?

What is the knocking at the door in the night?

It is somebody wants to do us harm.

No, no, it is the three strange angels.

Admit them, admit them.

….D.H. Lawrence

the yearning for all that is delicate

There are times when,

If the circumstances are just right,

Like a full moon,

A light rain,

Twilight, or fog,

There is a momentary crossing

From time to timelessness,

Form to Formless,

Blood and bone to earth and rock,

Past and future to present.

Where the atoms, the molecules of me

Forget to stop

From fusing into the earth and other places

Where I am not lost, but found,

Not part, but whole,

No longer longing for myself.

….Parker J. Palmer

2 thoughts on “yielding to our intimate gifts

  1. I love the thought – where are our angels. Tears are admonished by so much of our society, and yet, there our beauty – there our mystery – an understanding come of loss and blessing, maps written over by scars. There, the river that rushes us toward redemption, reminding us of our beauty of those things for which we are grateful. So many are afraid of crying, and yet, the rainbows are denied their colors even then – an empty house at the water’s edge. Let us sink into this allowing of all we know – of all we feel. Love to you, my friend. ~

    • I want to live big and full and alive……colorful, emotional, flavorful…..just like the angels! Cannot stifle this, especially for a few moments of playing it safe…..Sending rainbows your way Bobbie…..

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