kissing heart fire

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So that I stopped there astonished
by the great everywhere
calling to me
like an invisible
unspoken invitation
radiating from where I stood,
everything given
and everything taken from me
everything wanting
and everything already given,
the way I have come so far and
the way I am still promised to go,
within and without,
something I was, and something I am now
and will be forever,
the sheer generosity of being loved
through loving:
the miracle reflection of a twice blessed life.

…..David Whyte

kissing the dream of white-feathered hope….sun streaming down on the cold, sleeping cellar of the earth……..the seed that sprouts up is the call of this mysterious life……

I love these days, the time between festive gatherings and the new year. Of course the “new year” is a human construct, but these days feel like an invitation to pause, to step into shamanic dreaming, to feel the shape of what is to be carried forward and what is to be gently released and left behind.

I love the idea of perpetual creation, that all of this world- including us- is linked to and co-created in each moment by the Mystery that is both within and around us, by the Sacred Wholeness that is both what we are and greater than the sum of all the manifestations.

These are realities I explore in contemplation, feeling their embodiment. When I first wake up, or before I go to sleep, on the bus, or while walking through the park- I start with three deep breaths, watching the inhale, following the exhale, noticing how my attention slows my breath and makes it feel complete. And then, I let my body lead. . . . .feeling an inner and outer unfolding with each inhale . . . letting go into gravity with the exhale and then. . . . pausing at the end of the exhale. . . . dropping into stillness and waiting without straining, allowing the impulse to inhale to arise from deep within.

There, in the pause at the end of the exhale, I touch something, open to something that is always seeking to touch me: awareness of the crack between the worlds of spirit and matter that are not separate but simply two ways of seeing one wholeness that excludes nothing; the taste of an Infinite Love that welcomes and holds us all.

Perhaps in this in-between place we can breathe and dance together, dreaming a new year of deepening love and life for ourselves, every other and the world ……Oriah Mountain Dreamer

This is a central fact of the human existential dilemma.

In order to see ourselves, we must rely on reflection.

….Stephen Cope

2 thoughts on “kissing heart fire

  1. Always find an echo of my life’s melody in Oriah Mountain Dreamer. Glad you like to quote them.

    Stephen Cope’s quote speaks to a condition I recognized years ago and have struggled at least partly successfully to get a different perspective.

    I had a vision/dream(?) of a woman sitting posed surrounded by all kinds of people with huge mirror eyes. I realized that this described my condition……my need to please in order to have a sense of self I could live with comfortably. And that in the long run this simply made me needy and self absorbed. I’ve made some progress with discovering who I really am and that all I’m called or able to do is play the hand I was dealt, not what anyone else wants, expects or likes. Only God can judge how well I am doing that. I also realized that I might not even be playing with a full deck. (Humbling, but freeing.) 🙂

    • learning that self compassion is our birthright is one thing… learn that self compassion is the key to all compassion and the way we truly know our interconnectedness is as you say, “humbling, but freeing”….a noble wisdom dear Eileen….

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