Love is all you need. Blessed be.
But what if…
… the pleasant and comfortable language of positivity that we use stops us from seeing the world as it really is?
What if it restricts our worldview?
What if we unconsciously use it as a buffer?
And what if it ignores, excludes, reduces and invalidates the experience of others?
What if it screens us to their suffering and oppression?
What if it discriminates, finger points and blames?
What if it masks our complacency?
What if it hides the truth?
Reduces our power?
Blocks our compassion?
What if it actually divides us?
What if positivity, ‘light and love’ can’t cut it?
My sweet sister, what if…
~ Verita Louisa
and how was it that we arrived? this will be our most essential question in understanding our true nature….
inquiry for today~ a little reflection on honesty today…..how can you be kind and still be completely truthful about your life?
For each of us, embodying more and more of who we are, our mythopoetic identity — the image we were born with — is to do with unearthing from unseen depths, as well as from our biographical past, pieces of our soul we lost track of, left behind (often due to trauma, whether overt or nuanced). These pieces of our soul come for us with numinous ferocity — in both repelling and alluring ways — and most reliably in the life and loves we long for; in what seems to stalk us in night-dreams, daydreams; in symptoms of anxiety, depression, bodily aches and pains; in joy; in relationships that reveal themselves to be toxic; in the reflection of resonant and bonded love; in work that leaves us drained; in fights for our life that seem to have a volition and telos of their own; in flashbacks of memories (that adults too often dismiss as trivial) to childhood, to something as mundane as sitting on the grass and watching apples fall, listening to a particular album of music, feeling our heart lift, our body move, with an equally met sense of boundless potentiality.
From there, our move is a courageous step into crystal, into what depth psychologist and author James Hillman called psychological faith: a radical faith in the deep psyche’s capacity to produce and deliver to us — up from the dream-time — these images of soul to guide us down and into our depths where the truth of who we are and what we are for still pulses, glows in decades-old embers, and awaits our courageous reclamation.
These pieces of our soul call to us in myriad ways, to carry them home. To invite them into the circle of our belonging, dialogue with them, feed them, let them inhabit us again, re-anima-te us, re-vivify us. Make love with us. Dream with us. To re-member us to our authentic Self.
Only then can we come fully alive and serve others in today’s world, that has all but forgotten how to.
But make no mistake, even as we undergo transformation, we are all at once the vehicles for transformation. We are both the artist and the artistry of our soul’s true nature. ~Melissa LeFlamme