i've been listening to stars and the secrets of
stone.
their ancient wisdom;
and this great burden we all arrive carrying
to the light of each dawn.
remembering life
when every direction seemed plausible,
un-hurdled, effortless with the easy joy of the untested.
the way we fly in our dreams,
or how we are reborn in them
whole and perfect
while our sleeping bodies lie still and broken beneath
the lightness of this.
what if navigating the wild terrain of living is about
forging a vantage point
from the very weight of our challenges?
what if our work
is the sculptures seasoned practice
of striking free the superfluous,
removing what was,
to see more clearly what is?
pairing down so close to bare bones, light emerges
translucent in every detail of our being.
what if, in this hard work of letting go,
we find our soul's vantage point,
a strong hold of wisdom,
sure footed trust.
what if by stacking each heavy stone of strife
our challenges become a pinnacle
of strength holding us up into the light.
and from this great sheering up of heart and soul,
we are struck like a bell that has
waited a lifetime to ring out.
and in this pure ringing..
love
trust
clarity
courage
belonging
acceptance
willingness
fills the air with every breath we take.
allowing the colour of rain, responsibility of gravity, our perfect belonging,
the ability of each baptism by fire, all life's challenges;
to converge in
a perfect clarity of love.
sometimes we are nothing more than
cupped hands at dawn
hoping to catch the light.
where my friends does the light enter you?
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the light always enters me right straight thru my heart, even on a cloudy day !!
Posted by: Deb Taylor | February 16, 2014 at 10:09 AM
I am super light sensitive, so wherever it is shining, I will always detect it, then it entwines with my inner glow and we dance! x
Posted by: Susan Fox | February 16, 2014 at 10:56 AM
The light here is so warm, so familiar. Lately I've been discovering a new quality of light, a light found in the glow of snow and ice and fog. It's filtered light and though not warm, warms my heart.
Posted by: annie | February 16, 2014 at 12:52 PM
I hear you
the pairing down...right to the light
your words are always a place to find light and love and warmth Rebecca.
x...x
Posted by: Stephanie | February 16, 2014 at 02:21 PM
Even cupped hands can do miraculous things in this strange and wonderful world!
Posted by: magicalmysticalteacher | February 17, 2014 at 06:49 AM
I read this post 3 times...
just so, so very beautiful
and thought-full.
Your words have entered a place
inside and I will be turning
them over in my mind as I paint today.
♥ ♥ ♥
Posted by: priti.lisa | February 17, 2014 at 07:45 AM
such a beautiful postcard and post today Rebecca. I am sorry to hear about Mexico and its increasing prices. As it is the Rand is at its weakest against the dollar that it has been for many years - so I will have to wait it out in any case. love Hettienne
Posted by: Hettienne Grobler | February 17, 2014 at 10:10 AM
Once again, your lyric light touches my heart and makes my imagination soar.
Posted by: Meri | February 17, 2014 at 11:59 AM
Oh Rebecca this is so beautiful. When I are you going to gather your writings and put together a book?
Posted by: Laura Hegfield | February 21, 2014 at 05:16 AM