For the love of a tree..
She went out on a limb.
For the love of the sea..
She rocked the boat.
For the love of the earth..
She dug deeper.
For the love of community..
She mended fences.
For the love of the stars..
She let her light shine.
For the love of spirit..
She nurtured her soul.
For the love of a good time..
She sowed seeds of happiness.
For the love of a good meal..
She gave thanks.
For the love of family..
She reconciled differences.
For the love of creativity..
She entertained new possibilities.
For the love of her enemies..
She suspended judgment.
For the love of herself..
She acknowledged her worth.
And the world was richer for her.
Grief is the expression of healing in motion. As I make the seemingly bottomless descent, it helps to remember that grief is the downpour my soul has been thirsting for. Because what remains hidden for too long doesn’t change. It is calcified in place, often sealed by shame, left untouched and forgotten by time. But when it can finally come into the open to be seen, it is exposed to new conditions and it begins to move. It rises on a salty geyser of tears, sometimes sung to the surface by my favorite song, streaming down my cheeks until it moistens the soil where I stand, preparing me for new growth.
Have you ever noticed how beautiful a person is after they’ve wept? It’s as if they are made new again by the cleansing of tears. Indeed, when something stuck can be released through grief, we are freeing up a greater capacity to love.
Letting go does not mean I no longer care. It just means that I am releasing the attachments of the past that keep getting in the way of my happiness and mental clarity. Letting go is the unbinding and disentangling of old behavior patterns that keep pulling me into unnecessary mental tension and worry. When I can be okay with things not having gone a certain way, life begins again. Making peace with the past opens me up to love, adventures and allows me to apply the lessons I have learned with a new calmness.
Author: Yung Pueblo (changed to first-person)
Once in awhile, we're given moments of real Grace.
Sometimes, during my early morning meditation, a place within me opens and parts of myself let go that I didn't even know we're holding on. In this moment I feel the hardened places in my heart and body yield to a great softness carried on my breath, and I am filled with compassion for the part of me that is always trying, organizing, problem solving, anticipating. And my mind stops and simply follows my breath. A great faith washes through me, a knowing that everything that needs to get done will get done. My shoulders drop an inch, the small yet familiar ache in my chest eases, and the moment stretches. There is enough, enough time, enough energy, enough of all that is needed. A great tenderness for myself and the world opens inside me, and I know I belong to this time, to these people, to this earth, and to something that is both within and larger than all of it, something that sustains and holds us all. I do not want to be anywhere...
You’ve got it all wrong. You didn’t come here to master unconditional love. That is where you came from and where you’ll return.
You came here to learn personal love. Universal love. Messy love. Sweaty love. Crazy love. Broken love. Whole love. Infused with divinity. Lived through the grace of stumbling. Demonstrated through the beauty of… messing up. Often.
You didn’t come here to be perfect. You already are. You came here to be gorgeously human. Flawed and fabulous. And then to rise again into remembering. But unconditional love? Stop telling that story.
Love, in truth, doesn’t need ANY other adjectives. It doesn’t require modifiers. It doesn’t require the condition of perfection. It only asks that you show up. And do your best. That you stay present and feel fully. That you shine and fly and laugh and cry and hurt and heal and fall and get back up and play and work and live and die as YOU.
I love who I am becoming with the passing of time. My understanding of self and others deepens. I witness familiar cycles and patterns and have the ability to celebrate or change them. I weave stories of experience and apply them. I let go of what doesn't work and choose what does. Life simply becomes more and more fascinating. Beauty shows up and reveals itself in thousands of forms.
Author: Inspired by Victoria Erickson
Artist: Lisbeth Cheever-Gessaman, SheWhoIsArt