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

THE HOUSE OF BELONGING

I awoke

this morning

in the gold light

turning this way

and that

thinking for

a moment

it was one

day

like any other.

But

the veil had gone

from my

darkened heart

and 

I thought

it must have been the quiet

candlelight

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.

And

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.