The more I am washed by the tears of others,
the more my heart rounds like an ocean shell.
this waking up, this softening of the dark, this leaving the cave, this dreaming into life, this becoming through initiation, this inner knowing of the other, this sorrow that holds all sorrows..
I wrote this after a dear friend had a brain aneurysm burst while in my home- All I could do was refuse to close my eyes and my heart as the fire surrounded us both, refuse to soften the edges with comforting explanations- whether of God’s plan or karmic lessons- I could not know to be true. Sometimes this is the only choice we have- to refuse or agree to stay awake as we are torn open by what is beyond our control. And I found that I can do it, if I choose to- I can stay awake and let the sorrows of the world tear me apart and then allow the joys to put me back together, different from before but whole once again…..Oriah Mountain Dreamer
Our habit is to think there is a particular cause for our happiness – the new green in early spring, the sound of a child’s laugh, or the sensations of playing in the ocean waves. But what actually allows us to be happy is the background space of silent, allowing presence. Each time we meet aliveness with presence, presence intensifies, and awareness senses itself. The living green awakens us to this inner space of presence, the laugh to presence, the sparkle and splash to presence. We are inhabiting our wholeness and are happy being who we are……Tara Brach