Today is my birthday. The passage of time is a curious thing. It feels as if I continually grow closer to new beginnings where life swims in my body with greater ease. This has less to do with the number of years as with the poetry of living moments that shape days.
Life is stirring and expanding for each of us in some way. This may occur unexpectedly as our skills emerge creatively. For example, yoga and qigong have been part of my life for 30+ years. Both practices live in my bones. I lead qigong classes that begin with yoga warm-ups. The Gentle Flow Yoga that I instruct is laced with qigong transitions. Rather than being a conscious effort to integrate two different things, a fluid moving confluence of both practices simply occurs.
From our first cry at birth our voice and expression in the world grows. It is said that in our early years, we aim to achieve. In our middle years, we gain perspective. In our later years, wisdom grows. This general trajectory speaks to our psychology.
oSpiritual maturing reveals a non-linear life that arises in stillness. Its yield ripens in the tide of a moment as time turns timeless and there is room for everything to breathe together. Grace arrives, a curtain lifts, a crack of light
widens and we bathe in stillness, discovering deepest peace, clarity and wisdom that has always been here.
Life is full and mysterious. We are unique and mysterious. A point in time comes when we realize we are comfortable being a mystery, comfortable living at an edgeless edge where life is unknown, where polarities are not separate things, simply reflections and facets of one thing. Beyond our psychology, this occurs at any stage of life.
Breath comes and goes as it does. Hands on the clock move ’round. Weather’s cyclical currents arise. Each conscious breath unifies us in awareness that truly animates our life, all life. In this aware, enlivening simplicity, creativity slices through a moment into expression, spilling our wild silkiness into life. Giving wings to a single kernel of life, courageously and beautifully releasing it to fly, something new and unique is born in the whole of creation.
All the while, as moons and tides expand and contract we are invited to hold our being kindly, compassionately. In this, we live more consistently in a timeless field of heartspace and a flowing convergence of ever-new beginnings.
Something is here in nothing.
A silky darkness.
A wild emptiness.
A river of shapes and sound.
A face with its never-before, never-after turn of lips.
Just so and never again,
lighting universes and rainbows
as tongues of fire singe my heart.
Photo by Elizabeth Gadd
We learned to identify our life by our circumstances, experiences and the manifest form we see. Deeper, like an underground drum pounding its rhythm through roots and treetops, life calls attention to wholeness.
Beyond what is known, life invites experiencing this moment where an unseen and seen are realized as one. Here, kingdoms of dark mystery and a fresh moment of potential merge.
This timeless moment, a portal into unknown kingdoms, includes all potential. Beyond learned structure, yet including it, this eternal space of life offers majesty of fresh form and experience. Nothing is left out.
Creation dances, an entwined tempter and temptress, seductive and alluring, thirsty for love, simply wanting to express. Light and dark, manifest and unmanifest, human and divine, kingdoms converging in time and space. Not separate. One evolution, one expression of creation and one eternal kiss of emerging grace.
From the silent depths of what is forever unknowable, life opens its wet eyes in the wonder and awe of a bird winging south in a wind blowing north. Its radiant heart sings while basking in the shine of butterflies with breeze in their wings.
Friend, consider stopping here, in silence, right here, where kingdoms converge. Here, where grace finds us, where our ever-so-ordinary-moments are, indeed, miracles.
Photo by Elena Shumlova
A brave and beautiful life calls us into mystery where we are drenched in invitation to be all that we are.
A great movement of authenticity is sweeping through every corner of the world. Depending on your perspective, this may look messy and far from truth.
Closer into silence where wisdom runs deep in us, where raw, kind honesty emerges from vulnerability we can discover a momentum that is real, authentic and true.
We are all wired to discover our authenticity, the genuine realness that comes from landing in our light and standing in our bones.
Authenticity is much more than telling the truth and living in alignment with our values, yet this is part of it.
Being authentic is living with an available heart, open in vulnerability, humility and simplicity.
It’s saying yes to mystery, to light, to earthiness and fire, and to being all we are.
It’s leaving the sidelines, participating, sharing, giving and receiving without agenda to feel good about a separate sense of self. We’re compelled to offer what we can because our love is so great we can’t do otherwise.
At times when we can’t show up, even for ourselves, authenticity is gentle kindness in this moment’s experience. This allows our heart to stay open to the whole of life, including the glory and the grittiness.
True embodied authenticity naturally expresses as uniqueness, as new and upleveled capacities and an unyielding desire to give our self to life. For we deeply realize that we ARE life and we cannot hold ourselves as separate.
As pioneers in a more whole and authentic world we are called to live in presence with room in our heart for darkness longing itself into light.
At this creative edge the mystery of timelessness mingles with time-bound energy and the fleshy miracle of our authenticity-in-action is set free.
Photo by Elizabeth Gadd
This morning she was a wormy thing on the butterfly bush near my patio. Now she swims in the air around my head. Is she learning the lessons of wings and the lift of breeze? Or is she born to that vitality?
What vitality are we born to? Do not for a moment be fooled that I have answers to life’s questions. I simply ask until my edges fall into a cavern of wisdom and a whisper swims into my heart.