Can we allow fierce beauty to claim us through the BETRAYAL, LOSS and ABANDONMENT of our lives?
Maybe life takes us away from those we love the most in order to purify us into a larger perspective.
Perhaps those whom we come to connect with, in an otherworldly way, could make us forget precisely what we are here to tend.
Perhaps relishing in their presence too long would intoxicate us to the point of the abandonment of our becoming.
Perhaps loving someone so much could trap us in a selfish bubble of our own needs, wants and desires.
Perhaps we’d explode of ecstatic overwhelm into a trillion tiny fragments and never find our way back home into the wholeness of our beings.
Perhaps the burning fires of longing are to cleanse us down to the bone with lessons of suffering and humility, only broken hearts can ever know.
Maybe the ones who leave are the ones that may unknowingly care the most, setting us free from a choice that will lead us away from our core, and that truly we could of never made on our own.
What if what we have come to feel and assume as betrayal, indeed can be a story of the greatest love proclamation of all.
What if this was the experience of loss meant to invoke the true measure of our strength? A renewed invitation of faith and commitment to the life that must be lived through you?
What if we retold the story of betrayal and abandonment as necessary awakenings into becoming whole?
What if we allowed that pain to expand us into deeper gentleness with ourselves and more compassion with the pain of others, instead of falling victim to becoming harsh or wearing masks for the sake of an illusory ‘being strong’?
What betrayal or abandonment have you experienced that yearns to be alchemized into wisdom and offered through you as the Divines’ sacred bread for the nourishment of the whole?
Grief is the wound and compassion the healer.
When we allow ourselves to acknowledge and express our grief we come across a vital key to opening our hearts.
Coming to terms with our own grief can lead us towards more compassion for ourselves and for others. Grief comes from our very core, our system, it can shut us down and lead to the very loss of ourselves through numbing, depression, isolation and even illness.
Knowing how to carry and channel our grief is a way of bringing to wholeness parts of us we have lost along the way. We can recover lost soul fragments.
It’s not the load we are given, it’s how we can carry it.
Your feelings are valid, no matter what they are.
Right or wrong, evolved or coming from patterns of survivalism.
They are valid and worthy of compassionate love and listening. Dismissing negative feelings because they’re not in their most refined form, or because they don't feel great, is dissociating and compartmentalizing. It further fragments our emotional and etheric body and dishonors the nature of your humanness. It compromises self-trust.
This leads to repression, suppression of voice, and eventually, resentment with self.
Knowing how and when to honor this wisdom within us is imperative, because more often than not, our external relationships cannot meet all of our feelings with compassion. Most individuals can only hear through their own agendas, and because of this, we must be unwavering in how we give our internal ebb and flow permission to BE, whilst safeguarding it in a space to unfold and be witnessed. It is like holding them in a womb of redemptive love.
When your internal world knows it is safe and supported by you, it reveals its wonder and magic. It reveals with greater ease your core stability, and your movement in life becomes more fluid and aligned with your purpose and authentic expression. The more you cultivate the honoring of your feelings, the more you will find them honored in relating with others.
Through witnessing your feelings and allowing them safe passage in their raw form, they can dissolve and reveal their true nature.
Not everything needs to be processed or understood, but everything needs to be compassionately seen, acknowledged and brought into forgiveness with self.
I am feeling a profound sense of rootedness to Gaias womb and its supportive nourishment and enlivenment. As the chaos swirls around me, the memories of Earth's clay awakens within my body and enlivens me with an unfathomable sense of trust in the unfolding.
Feeling this time to be a deeper recognition and avowal of communion, devotion and discipleship to the marriage with my calling, and small, but necessary, place in the great tapestry unfolding before us.
I have come to understand that I have been very afraid of my own power of expression... allowing just enough to keep me alive and in acceptance from others but not enough to allow my originality to express itself come what may. And even though there was a time where it needed to remain hidden and behind protective skirts and veils in order to heal, it is now becoming increasingly more painful to remain that way.
I am feeling an immense power surge from the belly of the Earth as it moves, dances and rises within my inner waters. Asking me to trust the waves of heartbreak, disappointment and the intelligent activity of the rhythms that give and take away.
Realizing how much I’ve longed to belong and be accepted in my fullness and also coming into congruency with the knowing that only the Mother can hold me in that way. That, mostly, every person is longing for the same and doing the best with what we know, inadvertently hurting others and 'containing' ourselves along the way.
It's a great paradox that coming to true power, we must come to know uncompromising surrender to be its faithful counterpart. The deeper my surrender the more rooted power flows forth into transparent expression and intimacy.
I am consciously committing myself to the non-doing as much as to the doing, knowing that I am being moved from a deeper place that is connected to the rhythms and waves of Divine Will. That there is action in non-action and holding the profound knowing that my sovereignty can only be touched and discovered by me and that sometimes this means disappointing those around me.
Knowing and accepting that I am the quest and the forever question and only through my curiosity can the mystery unfold its bountiful grace. And from this place my calling is answered as a lived experience not an ephemeral articulation.
We are waking up to an intelligence and wisdom that is ancient, it has always existed hidden beneath the ages of deceit and yet, it is completely new... in that through each of us, its essence will walk the earth in a completely new way. A way that no one else can take us to, affirm, approve or give to us. It is our own personal portal to the divine that we must trust, our thread to the ancient that will ask us to relinquish it as a half-hearted hobby and celebrate it as the precious gem it is and are so blessed to have inherited.
I give myself unbridled, completely and madly to the remembrance of the Truth, in devotion to pure love and to the awakening and embodiment of primordial innocence within.
I vow to shine so bright that its illumination reaches my inner most numbed and darkened places and they're brought into conversation with the wholeness of my humanity. To remain faithful to my inner contradictions.
I vow to listen to the whispers of wisdom in twilight and dusk, to hold humble reverence for the shimmering midnight and the alchemical hea(r)t of noon.
I vow to serve the greater mending through vehement vigilance and playful tending to the garden of my soul and the precious sensitivity of my human body.
— at Lago Atitlán, Guatemala.