The poet Rumi contended that sorrow prepares us for joy; that it violently sweeps all clutterings of ‘home’, making space for new blessings to enter. And, ‘shaking the yellowed leaves from the bough of our hearts’, we find our renewal – our senses shifting from the sharp pit of reaction, into a newfound acceptance.

It is both lasting and familiar. Lasting as it relates to the growing of our shared understanding, and familiar as it relates to the reemergence of an uncluttered soul.

We were born into it, yet how easily we’ve forgotten; at long last intent on wonderment again. It is right here, nestled deeply within us, that even the softest whisper of a wind finds the voice of courage and assurance.

Do we feel fear, hesitation… an unsettledness beyond measure? Yes, of course! But, somehow there is a push for something more – an unmistakable quest into the depths of the unexplored.

Until then, we must strive to keep those embers glowing; welcoming each sweeping motion as an unfolding into glory.

“Oh soul,
you worry too much.
You have seen your own strength.
You have seen your own beauty.
You have seen your golden wings.
Of anything less,
why do you worry?
You are in truth
the soul, of the soul, of the soul.”

Something to consider as we venture into this day…

In peace, my sweet friends…

Namaste ❣️