It is 4:30am, and the world around me is hushed. I am comforted in the darkness by the darkness itself… a present friend who cloaks me and soothes the weary embers of my soul. Some nights, like this one, I feel the world pressing upon me as I sleep, the lack of balance, the suffering, the torn pieces of living in a divided time nudge me and beg tending. Do you feel it, too? I’ve never been more aware of individual struggle and strife as I have in these days. At every turn, there is need, there is pain, there is sorrow. At every turn there is a voice crying out for compassion and ease. We live as a collective society in this land that is so rich in many ways, and yet, as individuals, so many are simply alone. This aloneness begs for the nurturing of the soul. It is the commonality. It is the common voice. It is the thirst that is disturbing our sleep and roaming in the wind that tosses that which was once firm and steady. Below, deeper than the most urgent need is a core entity that continues to stir and echo on the sacred wisdom found in one word: Remember.
Oh, dear one, find your way down the spiraling staircase of distractions to the ground of your being. There, light a candle, brew your favorite tea, and with warmth in hand, gaze into the face of that which has been calling to you, that which ever waits with love and grace to guide and inform you. It’s so easy to forget. We get lost in living our human existence and forget our divine origins. We forget that we are each created in the image of God and that this God is love and light and hope. This God is present, beating in our hearts, filling our lungs with air, stirring, stirring, stirring us to reconnect with the truth of our living and the passions that fuel our loving. Here, we can remember again. We can remember our own beauty and gifts. Here, we can embrace all that unnerves us, that wounds us, that frightens us, that holds us back, and in such love and attention, we are returned to our truest selves.
It takes time, the turning back to soul. It takes courage. It takes both strength and rest. But as night turns to day, the morning birds are singing and something in their song encourages the journey.
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