At our house, we have a ritual that we practice almost every morning.
It started with a pack of ‘Inner Beauty’ cards, that a friend gave me many years ago. They are kept in a small wooden box. I used to select one or more every now and then, or use them with groups or friends, but then my partner and I began to create a ritual with them. We chose three.
‘The words I say to you I say to me,’ I keep reminding myself of this when I am offering some wisdom to someone who is in need of encouragement, inspiration or listening.
We all need so much reminding. If we consider ourselves as spiritual beings in a physical body then it’s a long process of not getting caught up with our physicality, our materiality, the desires that serve our body, and finding our way towards honouring the other desires we cherish. The desire to offer who we are most honestly to the world. The desire to become fully who we are – as a spirit and not just a body. We need to remember this. Through conversations with each other, as well as through the meditation, contemplation and prayer that connect us with the larger world of spirit, we so very regularly need reminders.
In singing high notes we are told, ‘To reach higher, you need to sense the depths’. We also need to be prepared to encounter all kinds of darkness, difficulty and challenge, to express what we lament or regret, as a source for our deep desires to reach upwards and outwards. Continue reading “deepening towards the heights”→
Change is what we’re here for. Transformation. Development. Our souls always sending out some desire for something new which leads us towards change if we let it. Or we bump into unexpected circumstances that require us to become more truly ourselves by leaving behind what’s old. Someone we work with or live with or love resists us or conflicts with us. A friendship blooms and requires us to develop something new. Or one fades. We fall pregnant unexpectedly. We visit a new town, city, country and decide to stay. And of course there are even bigger shifts when someone we love dies or a major catastrophe engulfs us. All of these require change. (I’m not even going to start exploring the signs of much-needed change emerging in our political systems).
A friend of mine told me she doesn’t like that term. ‘It feels thick, clumsy,’ I think she said.
‘Exactly!’ I thought. ‘That’s right’
When we’re in the grip of soul congestion then our heart feels shrouded and wooden. We can’t feel or we over-feel what is going on. We shift between panic and low moods, excitement and despair. We need a soul decongestant but we usually just give in to a familiar reaction instead.