Life is so full of meaning and purpose, so full of beauty
beneath its covering that you will find earth but cloaks your heaven.
Courage, then, to claim it, that is all. But courage
we have, and the knowledge that we are all pilgrims
together, wending through this unknown country,
….Fra Giovanni Giocondo
kissing Sundays on the crest of a mountain…..the sacred and the mud risk each other’s truth to find a bond that heals……may we lay it down, the whole and the tattered……
As I explore my own trial of heart, I realize how much I struggle with this each day. I find myself trying to discern just how much I shy away from life and how much of my experience I am clinging to. It is an endless practice. And so I find myself involved in learning how to love it and not to fight it. One quiet and powerful thing I’ve learned is that letting go is to just about putting things down. On a deeper plane, letting go is about letting your heart crumble, about letting yourself be rearranged by the journey of being alive. For the more we tense and harden ourselves, the more painful and bumpy our ride through existence. This is why grief expressed is freeing and grief held in only makes us want to join the dead. So often, in trying to protect ourselves, we hurt ourselves further. To soften and crumble is not to die. It simply allows us to change. Imagine it this way: What we are is a clear water of life, and who we are is the glass that holds that essence. Our personal identity is the glass we have shaped or been shaped into. But the water of what we are can fill and fit any glass, no matter its shape………..Mark Nepo
I have walked through many lives,
some of them my own,
and I am not who I was,
though some principle of being abides, from which I struggle
not to stray.