It is the soul that remembers the perfect unity of our life here, together. Love that crosses distance and heals the divide, in ourselves and with one another; humility that reminds us each day that we participate in a fleeting moment called Life. We’ve built entire civilizations to compensate for this loss – but if we are quiet, we can still hear it.
For each day our souls commune with this Great Mystery; and in the connection to our own souls we can find a stride that matches the soul and heartbeat of our dear planet. We can remember that not only are we one in this rare experience called life, but in her grand mosaic of difference, each one of us is sacred. We belong. For together we are the very impulse, the long and quiet dreaming, of Life itself.
I dreamed of this…..
inquiry for today~ what dreams are coming to life?
For a seed to achieve its greatest expression, it must come completely undone.
The shell cracks, its insides come out and everything changes.
To someone who doesn’t understand growth, it would look like complete destruction.
particularly like the image of the shell cracking and freeing the inside
Yes…..good description of the growth process…..and new life. I have to remember when in the cracking part that this is necessary for new life.
Thanks as always for timely reminders.
This is the practice isn’t it? And somehow we return again and again. This is what faith must be.
Wishing you a happy and peaceful holiday, Eileen.