Tuesday, February 3rd, 2009
It’s amazing what happens when you leave a house. It is suddenly like a body left behind by its soul. It can still be beautiful, but it is empty of spirit. Our lives are filled with the shells we give our spirit to. We must remember it is our love that makes them glow, and our love that remains when all the shells have been crushed into sand and do not even hold the water that surrounds them.
Shedding skins and turning pages help us remember that we are not the things that reflect us, be they a blessing or a burden each, we are that infinite light that radiates from within. We are that essential fire that flashes through the watery universe, and we are that great watery universe too. We are all that, and we are our complex yet simple human identities too. We can be all of it. We are our stories, and we are not. We are all that we think we are, and we are not. We are always so much more than we can yet know, and yet everything we have ever been, are and shall be is contained in our great being already. It pumps with the blood of our hearts through our bodies, while our minds focus on what is at hand…our hearts look over the landscape of eternity…and we need both…
Turning the page in life is not an illusion…we are constantly self-renewing and reinventing who we are and how we see our world and life. It is a gift beyond measure to open ourselves fully to these renewals…to dive into the next blank page, or to sit on its edge and witness its exquisite blankness, either way to realize that life is full of new starts, infinite chances, and new hope is the gift of the present, and the spark of awareness.
It is time…as imbolc has arrived and the light begins to return…as we stand between eclipses…to shake off your powerful mane…to let the waters run over your naked, pure, beautiful body and be free…to leave behind the burdens of yesterday and the days before…to allow no one and nothing to define you but that which lights your heart on fire. You are that fire. You are that pheonix. And it is time, to rise.
Love, Jennifer
