Taking a Break

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I haven’t been posting much lately due to a lack of inspiration and focus. My energies are scattered. It is time to prune the tree of activity so that I can connect with what truly feeds me and identify what I actions I feel called to take. One the the branches that is being trimmed is the one called “Blogging”. Thank you for following me so far; I’ll let you know if I decide to start blogging again.

Blessings to all.

The Heart Break of Suicide

My stomach is in my mouth. I want to throw up. “X’s daughter swallowed a bottle of pills. She’s in the hospital. She attempted suicide,” my brother’s voice floats over the phone. Disbelief and shock arrive first, then compassion and tears. For X, for her daughter, for all those connected, for myself.

Events like this humble me, bringing me to my knees. I envision a world where all beings feel so deeply loved and valued that suicide and suicide attempts are but a distance memory, only referred to in stories around the fire. I dream of a world here the pain of being human in an imperfect world is balanced with a deep sense of joy and reverence for all of life. I breath in peace. I breath out love and forgiveness into the web of compassion that blankets the earth. Remembering that I am love, I breath in and out to bring lost souls and broken spirits back into the community of love and life.

So it is and so it shall be. Aho.

Being both a particle and a wave

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During my morning contemplation, I was reflecting on my personal theme for the year – Loving Connection to Source. What came to me was a Source that lives within and without, a Source that knows no beginning and no end, a Source that I would call Sophia in the Gnostic tradition or Shekinah in the Kabbala. That led me to dig out the following quote, on of my favorites. Maybe this is an experience of unity consciousness, in it’s most poetic form. 

“I am the dreamer and the dream. I am the every thing that is nothing, the spark of the soul, fire of the heart, ember of love. I am up and down, top and bottom, strange and charmed. I am the woman clothed in the sun and the child swaddled in darkness. I am the tissue of contradiction, the eye in the needle, the needle in the eye. I am the insubstantial and absolute idea, and the hammer that shatters your skull. I am the colour you have not named, the light which makes all visible except itself. I am the wave of reason, the particle of faith, I am the star in the cosmos and the atom with the universe inside, I don’t seek, I find. I am the writing on the wall, the unutterable speech of the stone.”

John Dufresne, Louisiana Power and Light  quoted in Diane Schoemperlen, Our Lady of the Lost and Found,  p. 201

If you know who created this glorious image, please let me know. I forgot to make a note of it.