Saturday, October 20th, 2007
Sometimes living in this world, in this time, and as myself, is like weathering a great storm. A mighty tempest with an even mightier purpose. I feel like I am that island I spent those weeks on in the center of the Mediterranean, blown by winds from Africa, Europe, and Asia, shaking wooden doors and shutters in their frames all night long, every night. It isn’t that the storm is always terrible. It is sometimes so full of new life and intensity and light breaking over glistening rain. It is the leaves scattered and the stones washed. It is the torrents, and the lightning, and the slapping of the sails against each other…and the sea becoming human in her uncontainable passion.
It is the storm of returning to chaos in the fine passage between death and rebirth. It is the storm of magnetics and barometrics, and the earth kneading her hands beneath us. It is the storm of my emotions and their watery depths, and the electrical storm of my brain like fireworks in an infinite darkness. It is the crash of the waves of my field into those of everything else’s, and the sinking of the ships of the things I must let go of. It is not listening to the sirens of negativity luring me to smash myself against rocks, and becoming instead, the Siren of hope that I am, and the beacon of light.
And the beacon of light that guides me is right beneath my fingers as I pull my hand to my heart when I am overcome. For I am always overcome, and this is what we do in times of change…we draw a hand to our hearts without even thinking. We touch home. This is why the storm is so important. It guides us home without our even realizing it, and compels us to seek out the lighthouses that are in our lives. For even in the bleakest moments, if we stare long enough into the darkness we will find one.
For everything unfolds. No matter what we do or don’t do. And the blessing along the way is just to be reminded of this, and that it will ultimately unfold beautifully and with the love of the universe shining in through our window and deep into our hearts. There is a great plan for each of us, and no matter what it seems we did to get off our path, we never truly have. It has all been a part of a journey we were meant to take, and all a part of a storm that leads us home, again and again.
May your feet crunch on the vibrant leaves of letting go, and tell you the promise of the coming gifts.
Love,
Jennifer
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