Sunday, January 26th, 2006
A new moon is waiting to emerge in just a few hours, and in its spirit I am writing you all while drifting up the nile in Egypt.
My heart is full with the beauty and bittersweetness of this life on this trip. I feel the wings of Isis etherically embracing me at all times, and then I see her work in the densest of examples of this physical reality. It is this bridge between energy and form which is so needed for so many of us. This bridge of radical trust. The lifeline to restoration of hope and love in challenging times.
Isis calls this bridge the “bridge of gold” and the gold represents the understanding that the love and energy we experience in the unseen does have a translation into form. It can be hard to feel this, since there seems to be such a disparagingly painful space between heaven and earth…and yet it is truly in the feeling that the understanding comes and that the unity between the two is experienced in earthly bliss.
Life and death are flashing in and out of our every breath, and for every fall there are hands to catch us. Sometimes we have to hit hard to rearrange ourselves, but the hands are there to help us come into a new whole, as Isis was there to bring Osiris back together for resurrection and healing.
Our bones are the soil of this earth, our blood the waters of this nile and the seas we all drift in from life to death and back again. The “hands” that come to help us are everywhere…if you have been praying for a long time without feeling an answer, keep praying. The answer always comes. It is the patience and the trust that are hard to sustain in the most painful of moments, and yet they are the meal we grind from our own hearts to make the nuturing bread for our souls.
We are waiting to hear that familiar song…the one we heard before we came here and the one we hear when things are very, very quiet within. When the sweetness rises above the sorrow like the lotus opening her perfect pink grace to the sun.
From here I send you the power and the beauty of the lotus, the bridge of gold, the warm wings of Isis, and my own dear love. May you be blessed deeply and touched sweetly by these blessings. Love, Jennifer
