Life is a Mystery

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“The God I cry out to in anguish or joy can neither be proved nor disapproved. The hope I have that death is not the end of all our questions can neither be proved nor disproved.”

― Madeleine L’Engle―

*photo found on Pinterest via http://www.pinterest.com/imabluefish2/

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The Fog of Confusion

 

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The fog of confusion comes rolling in and hides all form….leaving the feeling of loss to flood the soul in overwhelming waves of doubt, sorrow, fear and despair. Scrambling to think…to search for answers…with nothing to hold onto….this is uncertainty. The fog of confusion comes rolling in and hides all form….leaving only questions….which way now?…how will I know?…when will I know?…why is this happening?…where am I?…how can this be?…what am I doing here?…what now?…what can I do? The fog of confusion comes rolling in and hides all form…leaving few choices. Stumbling, struggling, going back and forth…becoming lost. Resistance or Faith? Allowing the confusion to be…surrendering to the moment in acceptance and forgiveness…relinquishing the patterns of resistance, underneath the sorrow…coming to a sacred place into stillness…inner peace. The soul returns home. Suddenly the fog of confusion lifts. The firm, solid foundation of a mountain is revealed. Trust is reborn. The foundation of a mountain is the stronghold of depth in Divine Presence…the essence of Divine Love.

“Breathing in, I see myself as a mountain. Breathing out, I feel solid. Nothing can move or distract me. Mountain, solid.”

~Thich Nhat Hahn~ 

*photo from Pinterest via Kayleigh Furnell: http://www.pinterest.com/KayleighFurnell/

The Killing Jar

Image“Enter into direct dialogue with the Life/Death/Life nature by listening to the inner voice that is not ego. Learn by asking the Life/Death/Life nature direct questions about love and loving and then listen to her answers. Through all, we learn not to be misled by the nagging voice at the back of our mind that says, “This is silly…I’m just making this all up.” We learn to ignore that voice and listen to what is heard beyond that. We learn to follow what we hear -all those things that bring us closer to acute awareness, the love of devotion, and a clear view of the soul.

It is good to make a meditative and daily practice of untangling the Life/Death/Life nature over and over again. When we are untangling this nature, it would be good for us to sing something like this: What must I give more death to today, in order to generate more life? What do I know should die, but am hesitant to allow to do so? What must die in me in order for me to love? What not-beauty do I fear? Of what use is the power of the not-beautiful to me today? What should die today? What should live? What life am I afraid to give birth to? If not now, when?

If we sing the song of consciousness till we feel the burn of truth, we throw a burst of fire into the darkness of psyche so we can see what we’re doing…what we’re truly doing, not what we wish to think we’re doing. This is the untangling of one’s feelings and the beginning of understanding why love and life are to be lived by the bones.”

~Clarissa Pinkola Estes~

Photo by Michael C. Mendez

http://www.saatchiart.com/art/Photography-The-Killing-Jar/71626/1232482/view

*title for today’s post comes from the title of the photograph

Closer to Fine

Indigo Girls getting me through til the end of the day.

Love, light, and peace fellow souldivers

Chorus:
I went to the doctor, I went to the mountains
I looked to the children, I drank from the fountain
There’s more than one answer to these questions
Pointing me in crooked line
The less I seek my source for some definitive
The closer I am to fine.