Tasting the Sacred
Today I am reposting a previous blog entry from a few years ago. I continue wanting to step to the edge and fly with the winds of a changing season.
"Something opens our wings. Someone fills the cup in front of us: We taste only sacredness." ~Rumi
What is arriving at the door of your imagination this fall? Does the change in season bring an emerging awareness of change in yourself? A deeper understanding of self? A new passion to explore? A new relationship or a change in one you already have? A new level of closeness?
As we prepare for the cooler weather and feather our nests for the winter, we may bring a gathering of internal harvest. What has shown up in your life recently that you may have not fully embraced? Too busy, too much to do, ignoring an urge, avoiding intuition... have you been afraid to come to the edge? to truly soar?
Read the words by French poet Guillaume Apollinaire:
“Come to the edge, he said.
They said: We are afraid.
Come to the edge, he said.
They came.
He pushed them and they flew.”
When wings arrive at our door, and change comes on the wind, do we resist flying? It is difficult to go to the edge and jump, building our wings on the way down. Eleanor Roosevelt tells us we must do the thing we think we cannot do.
But what of that internal resistance?
This week, after listening to my favorite mentor, I feel wings. And I hear that still small voice which I have ignored too often. It is telling me to come to the edge.
How can we better trust that inner calling?
I believe we must listen to the voice, even if it doesn't make sense... or we are afraid to hear. For even as we jump, there is a divine plan. We drop, but we glide. And with the courage to take the next action and flap our wings, we glide again. Divine guidance shows us that by moving our wings, gradually we learn to fly. By moving our wings, by taking action, we do what our inner voice tells us and suddenly we are flying. It is said that birds do not fly because they have wings, but they decided they wanted to fly and were given wings. In the end, it is not so much what we do, but what we become.
As we gather our inner harvest, welcome the change in seasons and the change within. Let us feather our nest with deeper understanding of what we are being called to do. With wings, we come to the edge and fly.
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Let's connect:
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"Something opens our wings. Someone fills the cup in front of us: We taste only sacredness." ~Rumi
As we prepare for the cooler weather and feather our nests for the winter, we may bring a gathering of internal harvest. What has shown up in your life recently that you may have not fully embraced? Too busy, too much to do, ignoring an urge, avoiding intuition... have you been afraid to come to the edge? to truly soar?
Read the words by French poet Guillaume Apollinaire:
“Come to the edge, he said.
They said: We are afraid.
Come to the edge, he said.
They came.
He pushed them and they flew.”
When wings arrive at our door, and change comes on the wind, do we resist flying? It is difficult to go to the edge and jump, building our wings on the way down. Eleanor Roosevelt tells us we must do the thing we think we cannot do.
But what of that internal resistance?
This week, after listening to my favorite mentor, I feel wings. And I hear that still small voice which I have ignored too often. It is telling me to come to the edge.
How can we better trust that inner calling?
I believe we must listen to the voice, even if it doesn't make sense... or we are afraid to hear. For even as we jump, there is a divine plan. We drop, but we glide. And with the courage to take the next action and flap our wings, we glide again. Divine guidance shows us that by moving our wings, gradually we learn to fly. By moving our wings, by taking action, we do what our inner voice tells us and suddenly we are flying. It is said that birds do not fly because they have wings, but they decided they wanted to fly and were given wings. In the end, it is not so much what we do, but what we become.
As we gather our inner harvest, welcome the change in seasons and the change within. Let us feather our nest with deeper understanding of what we are being called to do. With wings, we come to the edge and fly.
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Let's connect:
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