the center of the sacred

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What happens when I dig? The earth breaks. The invisible is made visible- stones, roots, sand, clay. I can see what is there and the rocks that need removing, the humus to add. I step up on the blade and hold the handle. My whole body’s weight is needed to push through the surface. I have to do it many times before I can lift what I’ve loosened and turn it over. Digging is hard work I’ve never grown used to. This is true for inner digging, too. Yet, from time to time we simply must do it to know what’s under a feeling, the surface is soil that must be spaded up to be able to see the truth. It’s mostly unpleasant. Acknowledging our stubborn, hidden layers is humbling. Long-held attitudes of isolation, self-pity, resentment, regret, and despair come to the surface. They lie scattered like heavy stones all around us. We are broken. We are clay. Rabbi Menachem Mendel of Kotzk once said, ‘Nothing is more whole than a broken heart.’ Our hearts are broken many times throughout life. If only we could feel then that we are whole…..Gunilla Norris

to mend a broken heart…..we need the softest, silkiest thread…..a needle that is swift and true…..a purpose that moves us toward warrior powers…..and a tenderness that threads the heart with the soul with the pain and the beauty…….this is wholeness…….

The circle, as a sacred symbol, reminds us that what we often see as progression or growth is, indeed, cyclical in nature. The entire universe moves and works in circles. Nature progresses only so long as the many ongoing and contingent cycles that permit the process of life to continue in its extraordinary and intricately balanced fashion. We, too, move and work in circles and spirals. Accordingly, we grow and mature, experiencing what life offers us, learning and relearning, until often we find ourselves circling back to the simple truths of childhood; we acquire more and more wisdom, only to understand the simplicity of things that mysteriously elude us as we circle through our own life cycle. The Circle of Life shows us the relation we have to all living things, to life itself…….J.T. Garrett

circles on circles…..

How do geese know when to fly to the sun? Who tells them the seasons? How do we humans know when it is time to move on? As with the migrant birds, so surely with us, there is a voice within if only we would listen to it, that tells us certainly when to go forth into the unknown…..Elizabeth Kubler-Ross

2 thoughts on “the center of the sacred

  1. Our strength can only ever be measured in the times we’ve been broken. I love the line about thread…….the tender healing. There have been times when my my heart was so shattered, I felt the slightest breeze could have carried me away, into the night sky, across the universe. May your breezes be gentle today. ~ Love, Bobbie

    When you go,
    if you go,
    And I should want to die,
    there’s nothing I’d be saved by
    more than the time
    you fell asleep in my arms
    in a trust so gentle
    I let the darkening room
    drink up the evening, till
    rest, or the new rain
    lightly roused you awake.
    I asked if you heard the rain in your dream
    and half dreaming still you only said, I love you.
    – Edwin Morgan

    • the sweet shattering…….and the twinkling shards that cast glittery starlight…..love this space of in between sleep, in between heart knowing and in between healing……your tender movement into living lies in between the dream and deep time Bobbie…..

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