On Rejection

The Hymns of the Earth, Poem by St. Catherine of Siena

“I wanted to be a hermit and only hear the hymns
of the earth, and the laughter of the sky,

and the sweet gossip of the creatures on my limbs,
the forests.

I wanted to be a hermit and not see another face
Look upon mine and tell me I was not
all the beauty in this
world.

For so many faces do that –-
cage us.

The wings we have are so fragile
they can break from just
one word, or

a glance void
of love.

I wanted to live in that cloister of
light’s silence

because, is it not true, the heart
is so fragile and shy.”

Awakening the Soul de Michael Meade

Estoy leyendo a Michael Meade, su libro “Awakening the Soul. A deep response to a troubled world”. Una de las ideas que maneja que me gustaron mucho es la visión de que a lo largo de este viaje tenemos un compañer@ de viaje, un remanente de estrella. Este entendimiento que ha acompañado a personas a lo largo de la humanidad en la época actual comienza a extinguirse y ante esto escribe:

“Lacking a sense that there is a greater self or soul within”, the feelings of emptiness and void that come when the time has come to radically change the way we have been living in it can be easily confused and find one self feeling disoriented, unsettled and disconnected from the source of life.

“It is one thing to suffer anxiety and feel the pull of despair,” it is quite another thing to do so with “the felt sense that there is a knowing and sustaining presence inside oneself and that meaning and purpose are woven into the cells of our bodies as well as the depths of our souls.”

Each person must learn the language through which the unseen world speaks to them or else miss their star and become lost in the storm of the world and the confusions of life.

“The inner spark would light the way to a meaningful destiny in each life, yet it must find its fuel in the limits of the here and now and in the exact conflicts found in each psyche.”