There is a longing, a tugging, that is the constant low hum of life. For everyone that longing is different yet the vibrational frequency is the same. I have only recently, and by recently, I mean this week, come into a real intimacy of what that is. Previously, the mental chatter in my mind occluded me to being able to pay attention to or even know that it existed. I never realized it, the way one may not realize the soft whisper of the wind as it feathers past the ear. I had to get really quiet, really still, down to my core to finally meet it and welcome it in from beyond, yet, it was always within. A stranger to my conscious mind, a best friend to my subconscious.
Anne Davin says "Your desires, the longing in your heart, is the interface between you and that which is greater than you. It is your watery soul moving currents of the unimaginable, yet to be revealed, aliveness in to the world.
I feel that the longing in my heart is to be reunited with that which it came from and that which longs to be with me. This is pure Love in its essence. Love of self and Self has helped me align the aperture where I can unlock the pathway and experience the limitless flow of my Divinity. My watery soul, as if inviting and waiting to greet all that is beyond the limits of my physical experience. Water flows without resistance to whatever it encounters, it takes shape to its surroundings, its completely surrendered and represents pure acceptance, which is in the end, Love.
This all reminds me of "The Invitation by Oriah Mountain Dreamer" a beautiful passage my beloved gave to me> I am sure most of you are familiar with it:
It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love for your dream for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon.
I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful to be realistic to remember the limitations of being human. It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true.
I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.
May I always be like water, my mind, my heart my soul. For then I have truly surrendered to the magic of Life's unfoldings.
Wishing all of you the same.