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Where Soul Finds Its Wings.

Thirteenth century poet Jelaluddin Rumi once wrote that our deepest life experience is manifested through the subtlest of ways.
 
Just as the contraction and expansion between suffering and peace – like “two beautifully balanced and coordinated bird wings.”
 
There is an unmistakable peace within this space; and illumination of self to spirit never previously known. It is an extension of our divine grace, realized in those fleeting moments of finally letting go.
 
Though, we may often feel overwhelmed by our emotions – the cursing, the crying, the ‘wondering why.’ We mustn’t forget the inescapable truth of this moment. That is to say, that even within this space there exists the capacity to spread our wings and take flight.
 
Try as we might to deny.
 
“Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes,” he writes. “If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralyzed.”
 
Oh, but haven’t we all felt paralyzed, at times? We’re so hesitant to experience this pain of knowing, that we hold tight to the uncertainty instead. We never consider the much broader context, that in holding on we are never truly free.
 
To experience freedom, we must abandon this antiquated way of thinking; that a good practice can only manifest in those times of ‘smooth and calm.’
 
When in fact, our practice contains so much more than that. It’s neither the suffering nor the peace, my loves – it’s that delicate space in between, wherein the truth of our own heart is formed.
 
And our beautiful soul may finally find its wings.
 
In peace…
 
Namaste
 
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This Blessing of Soul.

“Is the soul solid, like iron?” reflects poet, Mary Oliver. “Or, is it tender and breakable like the wings of a moth in the beak of an owl?”
 
Can it carry Hope upon a hummingbird’s wings? Does it crumple like paper into the palm of the hand?
 
Does it ever once ask for more than we can give?
 
My darlings, though often we may mistake as our Achilles heel – trust, that Soul is what keeps things ‘real.’ A silvered thread upon which all Faith rests.
 
Tenuous, at best; though gracious, nonetheless.
 
Soul brings life to weathered leaf; and peace to the simplicity of these scattered morning rays.
 
It captivates, enriches, and glorifies – making magic of ‘weeping’ willows.
 
And, cradling this gift of life within our humbled hands.
 
Soul is that which gathers us ‘here’, my loves – a simple Faith upon Hope’s wings.
 
Namaste, my beautiful friends ~ wishing you the blessing of soul on this day.
 
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This Question of Soul.

“Is the soul solid, like iron?” reflects poet, Mary Oliver. “Or, is it tender and breakable like the wings of a moth in the beak of an owl?”

Can it carry Hope upon a hummingbird’s wings?

My darlings, though often we may mistake as our Achilles heel – trust, that Soul is what keeps things ‘real.’ A silvered thread to “this moment now.”

Soul is what brings life to a weathered leaf; and peace to the simplicity of these scattered morning rays.

It captivates, enriches, and glorifies – making magic of ‘weeping’ willows.

And, cradling this gift of life within two humbled hands.

Soul is that which gathers us ‘here’, my loves – a simple faith restored through breath.

Namaste, my loves ~ and on this day, may we find courage enough to honor this light within us all.

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Where We May Find the Divine.

“Say not, “I have found the truth,” but rather, ”I have found a truth.”
Say not, “I have found the path of the soul.”
Say rather, “I have met the soul walking upon my path.”
For the soul walks upon all paths…
The soul unfolds itself, like a lotus of countless petals.” – Khalil Gibran

I’ve always been inspired by this symbol of the Lotus blossom. Undeterred by these muddied depths, still she rises – a magnificent expression of the Divine. While the fragrance from her lovely petals lingers softly upon the summer’s air, and reminding us…

That she is beautiful because of her journey.

I like to think we are all very much like the Lotus flower; each blooming brilliantly in spite of our origins. And, manifesting so perfectly this energy of the Divine.

For even in the muddiest of waters, still our reflection shines – and, our inner beauty bursts forth all around.

Much love, my dearest darlings ~ and remember,

“The light you are seeking is you.”