what does it look like to re-vision Life?
how do you hold the many deaths of all you thought it would look like?
when a vision dies, how is it reborn?
and it must be reborn again, now, with all of who you are, after the dying- all your unfolding, unveiling, all that you are blossoming into.
o, the many parts of me, imagined whole- to create a vision of just that. to make it possible to believe. to see, to create. to know.
i wrote a song recently, with a prayer to Life to break me open when I have become closed.
(shit.)
i wrote that song, but really, aspire to remember that in my daily life.
desire to know the sweet peace of surrender, to move with joy and greet even sorrow with gratitude.
Life will break our hearts, over and over- it is it's nature. Joy and Sorrow inextricably intertwined.
It is in acceptance of this, and in the fullness of feeling all of it- that we might descend/ascend/transcend through to a place of surrender- surrender to Life, to the cycle, to sorrow and it's dance partner, joy.
like compost, that nourishes the earth and feeds what is living.
Love can transform and heal anything.
Love can transform and heal anything.
If we let it, Love can transform and heal anything.
