There’s so much to be gained by feeling all the feelings.
There’s love that can be mined from strife, compassion from discomfort, peace from sorrow.
But we have to willing to dive in. To feel into the depths of the unpleasant stuff.
To not avoid but embrace.
It’s not for the faint of heart to be a feeler.
But oh, what is has the power to uncover.
What feelings are you exploring today?
For all who feel the sorrow
For all who carry the gravity
Of a situation they can’t control
For all who feel useless inside
For all who feel scared outside
Yet go on anyway
For all who feel joy in the quiet moments
Despite the burning around them
For all who don’t see a way forward
I envision for us the blocks being carried away
I envision for us the streams running free
Carrying away our collective tears
I envision for us the waves of grief washing over
Leaving us battered and spurting and healed
I envision us holding each other’s hands
In sweet surrender
©SpiritLed 2020
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Like a rocket
Hurtling towards the approaching earth
I burst through the atmosphere engulfed
In the flames of my own sorrow
The view from above
Not nearly enough to sustain me
Once I reach the ground
And my feet touch down
Into the same steps
One. After. Another.
As if I never left
©SpiritLed 2019
The angels want us to know that sorrow can be a blessing in disguise. Sorrow allows us to clean out the old and make room for the new. Lean into sorrow when it comes. Embrace it, and set a place for it at the table. Treat it as the loved one it is.
In the dawning of time
man was no speck of dust,
not even a glimmer in Divine’s eye,
until life was breathed into light
and awareness into cellular dust,
fledgling gods dispatched to distant worlds
to wear foreign masks,
engage in sacrilegious battles
for wholeness and peace,
to conquer universes,
to love and give,
receive and forgive,
wage wars with self
and tear down walls of difference ,
fuel the sting of creation sorrow,
create that which is loved most,
send it soaring into freedom,
not knowing how or when it may return,
to fulfill the fate of immortal time
©SpiritLed
In your tear-filled rage
of not deserving,
time and space
collide with the moon
in your heart,
guide, seek,
draw you to the edge,
invite you
to cast your sorrows,
your excuses,
into the Unknown,
nothing more than
echoes of tomorrows past
©SpiritLed 2014
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