We call down grace,
and gaze without wavering
into the fires of creation.
We find the place where
love embraces fear, and
tears taste like faith.
We let our radiance
be revealed in laughter
and in longing.
We hold the whole of life,
sweet grapes and bitter,
We hold until we overflow
and offer back the gifts
that we’ve received.
The vessel never empties.
The growing love between
us keeps it filled.
The path of transformation has no end. It’s a profound, lifelong commitment to moving up to something bigger, living in an evolving inquiry, asking with each new insight what’s possible, and loving the possibility of growing beyond who you know yourself to be. You have a North Star that illuminates your path to an extraordinary existence. I don’t literally mean a star, of course, but symbolically and energetically- a spiritual focal point that is within you, beyond you, and leads you toward something greater. It’s the bright future that you are living now. Your North Star empowers and informs your actions in this moment. It gives you your thoughts, attitudes, point of view, and body sensations in the present. As you put the practice of aligning to your North Star into action, you will do a lot of great clearing. You’re giving up bricks, letting go of old ways of being and seeing, releasing resentments and fears, cleaning up past messes, forgiving yourself and others, and dropping disempowering stories. The universe will not tolerate empty space, though, so if you’re not consciously filling it with new, positive actions and energy, what will? The past, by default…….Baron Baptiste
calling upon the divine in the everyday ignites our passion for moving within a moment rather than against it……fill up, spill over, receive……sipping sweetness in the lightness of being…..
How it stands there against the dark
of this late rainy hour, young and clean,
swaying its generous branches
yet absorbed in its essence as rose;
with wide-open flowers already appearing,
each unsought and each uncared-for….
So, endlessly exceeding itself
and ineffably from itself come forth,
it calls the wanderer, who in evening contemplation
passes on the road:
Oh see me standing here, see how unafraid I am
and unprotected. I have all I need.