Saturday, September 24th, 2005
I recently leaned over the bed of a woman who was passing from this world, and she was beautiful. She looked nothing like the recent picture taken of her on the bedroom table. Her white hair streamed across the pillow and her long fingers looked like willow branches at rest in space. Just as she looked unlike her picture in this transitory period, her transition was unlike what anyone thought it was. She was being reborn.
We are sometimes unrecognizable when being reborn as well. It is because to be reborn is to change everything within us that is changeable, to bring us closer to the unchangable within. This equinox has been like an absolute remodel, remake, renovation. For some of us it is something we ordered, prayed for, requested. For others it is out of left field entirely. Nonetheless it is here and it is flooding us, some of us literally. It can be disorienting to say the least. It can also bring a state of desperation so total that surrender is absolutely all there is left to try.
Surrender means you may not get what you are asking for, but it also means you are in a state of trust, whether compelled to be or not, and that indeed you may get something better than what you had hoped. Very few of us, if any, are constantly in a state of such perspective that we truly know that what we think we want would make us happy. Thank goddess that somebody does.
Know that the pain of this transformation will abate and new life will be sweet. Know that a re-designing of your life and who you think you are can be the thing you have most prayed for, that lifts the obstacles of the old plan and makes everything flow smoothly. Relax your grasp on life and let it grasp you.
