LOST

The beauty of being lost is we get to find our self again….

That is the joy and sorrow of our inward journey. Everything we thought we knew changes, transforms, breaks and expands and we can greet it with wonder, or dismiss it. But standing at the edge of a long fall is intimidating – not death itself, but the excruciating pain that comes to us when we break.

So where is the edge? Is rock bottom the catalyst for change? Searching, grinding it out, the tears can fill a river and we keep on looking. We look everywhere – high and low. We long for guidance and the easy way out yet nothing is easy when we are desperate.

But the truth of what we all long for is in our face and we all inherently know this..

Like it or not – it is the fear and loathing that separate us, and it is not in the only in the mirror; it is our in our eyes in our heart, in our soul.  Anything less than our truth that we try to justify and cling to won’t stay, as in all things, a choking grip will simply kill us - it is only in release that we can heal.

Yet a higher or more advanced soul will concur that to die is what is needed.

Then all the judgment is gone, the fear is gone and the option to re-do is there, how easy that sounds – but it isn’t.

Once again we need to be mended, caressed and put back together. It is a process, a never-ending process but inch by inch, coming full circle out of the past and back familiar ground is a comfort – resting momentarily in reflection. 

The question is: Did you actually find reprieve in the fall or did something else cradle your misery? When you come out of the dark night of the soul, does it have meaning or is it just a place of light where our shadow is hiding?  Look closely at the answer…

What happens in the quest is hard to articulate. But after a while the longing begins to subside and acceptance makes its way home to take its proper stance.

And all that you thought was out there waiting suddenly fills every inch of your being reminding us that the closer we get to spirit, the less we need and lost was a place, once upon a time – fragile, messy and chaotic.

Welcome home. (dl)