.........Recently, I was given a gift..... A gift of one week end with two of my children. We said the time would be to rest, and to relax, and to enjoy one another's company. All three of us blocked the time, pushing back the many things that want to fill a week-end. All three of us came weary. One was holding some secrets....one was heavy with the reality of of a lengthy time of depression....and I was in the "better place" where truth and authenticity had become a challenge and not a foe.
The week-end was a summit....a gathering of strengths and weakness, words and ideas, confessions and congruities. There was ROOM for all of it.....a wide place to say, to give voice, to hear oneself speak. There was freedom to cry....and to wail.....and to receive a hand, but not a solution. The place was filled with good clean air....honest airways....safe to say....an alcove where no shadows grabbed and stole. The clock ticked, but we didn't care. We walked and talked, slept, and then talked some more. We looked closely at a difficult topic that has been stealing from us as we feared.....but we resolved to fear no more. We gathered a wholesome approach to our future with the idea that our past will be used to strengthen us....to empower us....to make us more certain, and less timid. Oppression is no longer welcome...and we all agreed that the smell of its presence is one we each CAN discern......we KNOW it....and we hate it.
We ate lovely food....and carefully, not thoughtlessly. Every good gift is seen with more clarity as the gift that it really is. Wholesome food and wholesome dialogue is life-giving.
We walked in the canyon, down the path and back up again....talking and talking and looking.
At one point in the week-end, one of us spoke quite honestly of "nose-rings". The dialogue was uproarious.....and heart-felt. There was this moment where we thought we could all go and get a nose-piercing...a jewel....a mark of a strong resolve....better than ink-on-skin. The dialogue lifted from my ears for just a split second and I could hear my soul whispering , "Dane.....it IS a NEW DAY.....the path ahead is of freedom, and love, and openness....of coming clean...and bringing-out....and being the authentic human beings that we are......THERE IS SO MUCH LOVE LEFT AFTER ALL THE DESTRUCTION ."
The true-feminine is as old as Eve....you know, the naked lady in the garden. She was made with walls-in-tact, with grace, with beauty and tenderness. Eve was KNOWING and had intuition....a groundedness. Her capacity to compliment, to fill-out, to mutually supply needs with a man was engraved in her soul. Created without shame, she felt no fear. She never felt "less than" for she was the completion of UNION.....a very good idea.
Restoring this "true feminine" is a holy process....a reconciling of something lost, stolen, vanquished. But the ONE who does the work has precision in every event, every detail of every day. I am utterly comforted by this thought. I find myself spinning with real delight as I marvel at the process before my eyes that won't really see clearly til another day.
