Sunday, December 8, 2013

House of Belonging

I have had a radical shift and for a a day and a half had felt better physically then I had in probably over a decade, maybe ever. It is fading a bit now yet the remebrance of how it feels to be energized and clear in the body, how incredibly scrumptious. I felt clear, strong, rested, aware. I had a session Friday with a very gifted local energy worker who helped me clear the fog and exhaustion that had shadowed me almost the entire month of Novemember and in to December. My frontal lobes felt like they were filled with a pushing goo, molasses clouding my ability to function. He said the chanellenge was with genetic material from my father and gradnmother. He also needed to connect the right and left brain hemispheres of my brain in a new link. (don't ask, cluless how it works...:P) I have had so much awareness come up. The next day I listned to Matt Kahn's Angel academy, session #3 and there was a question about aloneness that catalysed even further shifts and awareness. It had me recalling a poem of David Whyte's that speakes to where I am. I have much more I wish to share about these shifts but for now want to leave you with a teaser. I want to share what is helping me sail through these less than easy times.

David Whyte

I awoke
this morning
in the gold light
turning this way
and that

thinking for
a moment
it was one
like any other.

the veil had gone
from my
darkened heart
I thought

it must have been the quiet
that filled my room,

it must have been
the first
easy rhythm
with which I breathed
myself to sleep,

it must have been
the prayer I said
speaking to the otherness
of the night.

I thought
this is the good day
you could
meet your love,

this is the black day
someone close
to you could die.

This is the day
you realize
how easily the thread
is broken
between this world
and the next

and I found myself
sitting up
in the quiet pathway
of light,

the tawny
close grained cedar
burning round
me like fire
and all the angels of this housely
heaven ascending
through the first
roof of light
the sun has made.

This is the bright home
in which I live,
this is where
I ask 
my friends
to come,
this is where I want
to love all the things
it has taken me so long
to learn to love.

This is the temple
of my adult aloneness
and I belong
to that aloneness
as I belong to my life.

There is no house
like the house of belonging.

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