As a woman in her seventies, I am facing my own mortality. The physical losses, the little aches and pains, the effort to do things that used to be easy – all have made me aware of the limited time I have left on this earth. Today’s poem reflects the little deaths that make me so aware of the big death to come.
For now, I will hold space for myself and others to feel this deep grief and anger, to feel all the feelings that are present. I will be still and listen to the voice of love and connection, the voice of the Divine Feminine as she leads me to a place of transformation and guides me to loving actions, whatever those actions may be.
As I ground myself in silence and make space for creation, the grief and despair them becomes transformed into something totally new. It opens me to a joy and hope that ripples out into the world. The cauldron that once held grief and despair has alchemized the old mess into gold.
We are the vessels that can hold and ultimately transform these swirling, difficult, contradictory energies. As we transform ourselves, we change the world.
Don’t be afraid of the dark, of the carving out, the deepening, the breaking open. It is what gives you Wisdom and makes you into a Wise elder.
How has the darkness of the past year changed you? How have you grown through adversity?
In order to BE LOVE, I must sit with all my emotions in the dark before I can come into the light. I must sit in the muck and the mire before the lotus blossom can emerge. I must be willing to do the hard work of transformation before I can truly BE LOVE.
I realized that I have felt love most deeply when I am Doing Love, when I am performing physical acts of service for those people that I already love.
Today I learned that when I am mindful of and receptive to my anger, I am able to transform and transfigure it into something entirely new. It no longer festers inside me, but rather becomes totally new. It becomes the spark and the impetus for growth and change. It helps me to claim my inner power and BE LOVE.
This morning, the Goddess card I drew was Persephone. Since I am no longer in the Maiden phase of my life, I was puzzled as to what it could mean. One of the things that was written about the meaning of the card was “The soul is formed in the darkness of the unconscious.” As I pondered that statement I began to realize the depth of its truth.
