My world blossoms out of my pen…often. It is given color and shape, even fantastic fragrances. But in my current bewilderment at the world I am often left unable to transcribe what is moving in me . Today as I listened to two fabulous women authors speak, I was especially impacted by the idea that the revolution that is most needed now for women is not to find more strength inside of us …no, we have always been stronger and more care-filled than we knew. Now the recommended revolution is to relax....and a revolution that will be, for our anxiety for the world has reached appalling heights! It would indeed be a revolution if women could trust enough to relax our bodies and hearts. In this nourishing place of truly relaxing, we let go enough to connect with a Source beyond our rational mind and a loving wisdom can be received.
When I step down out of my overactive mind and the constant reach for actions that will label me as valuable, I find myself dwelling again in an infinity of wisdom from something un-namable that abides in unending forms and is ultimately calming.
In my writing class we were given the unique homework assignment of allowing our least favorite aspect of our home to finally be listened to and learned from. The process was surprisingly vulnerable and poignant. I would like to share what came through as wise guidance from that leaky rock wall in my home.
The Weeping Wall
You can let go now.
Lie back into my wide rooted embrace,
into my rocky rough strength and warm body.
I will hold you
and I will move through you
always
all ways.
You, children of innocence and wisdom…
Please listen….
you are Nature.
You cannot keep Nature’s ways out.
We are, all of us, messy and leaky, imperfect and clumsy,
over-burdened and beaten by the
weight of the expectations we deal upon ourselves
AND
We…YOU, are absolutely magnificent….
an unimaginable miracle amongst miracles.
It is time now to tenderly remove those artful bandages
and the lacy masks…
time to expose
the trembling truth of your vain effort to hold yourself together….
to keep others separate from your vulnerable reality.
Let your porous heart be visible.
Let it leak and seep, stumble and fumble in fear if it wants.
You are indivisible from Earth’s body…you ARE Her…
Her bloodwater runs through you,
carving your grandeur.
You must allow for the weeping
Invite the flow
Both its source AND its destination write scriptures to live inside of.
She is always there guiding you.
She will hold you and soothe you, tender flower,
and She will tumble you in Her fiercest force of flood.
She is unafraid of the fall…the fracture…
the fragmentation of deconstruction.
Knowing that what is revealed beneath
is immaculate.
Breathe now my honey-hearted one and
dare to bare your
broken attempt to hide…
Show me your private and over-worked seams…
evidence of the extravagant dams built for the
embarrassment of your grief.
What if I told you that your grief overflows from the
immensity of the Well of Love in your heart?
Be seen as you are.
Be seen.
Take off the invisible cloak and
trust that your engagement with each Other
gives you a pool of light to stand in.
This allows both the unraveling and
the knitting together again…
different and more true this time.
Bear the unbearable weight of this life and you will become something incandescent.
Lean on me
We are not separate
This is called being human.
I bear witness now to your weathered cracks and chasms of truth
with awe.
They are luminous ….
numinous…
canyons carved by your River of Being alive.
I will hold you
and I will move through you
always
all ways.
~Jade Sherer
April 6, 2017