the muse of despair

Finally on my way to yes

I bump into

all the places

where I said no

to my life

all the untended wounds

the red and purple scars

those hieroglyphs of pain

carved into my skin and bones,

those coded messages

that send me down

the wrong street

again and again

where I find them,

the old wounds

the old misdirections

and I lift them

one by one

close to my heart

and I say holy

holy.

~Pesha Gertler

with all of this loss surrounding us, what other losses feel ancient?

inquiry for today~ the singing and longing and belonging is calling….

what is fragile?

We must be willing to abide in a space of not knowing before we can settle into knowing. Such a space is sacred. It is liminal, and it’s numinous. It is frightening and enlivening. It demands no less than everything, and it gives back tenfold.

There is a vital connection between creativity and mysticism. To engage with the creative impulse is to agree to take a voyage into the heart of the Mystery. We become a channel for grace.

~Mirabai Starr

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