“The doors to the world of the wild Self are few but precious. If you have a deep scar, that is a door, if you have an old, old story, that is a door. If you love the sky and the water so much you almost cannot bear it, that is a door. If you yearn for a deeper life, a full life, a sane life, that is a door.” —Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estés
These words by Dr. E still touch me so deeply.
“If you love the sky and the water so much, you almost cannot bear it….”
Key word: almost
Because we CAN bear it, and we WILL bear it
(whatever that IT is that feels almost impossible to bear)…
And it is in this process of overcoming the seemingly impossible, that we discover how strong and resilient we actually are.
Every obstacle is a doorway, every obstruction is a gift, every yearning is a gateway to living ever-closer as one’s liberated and authentic Self.
It is precisely those moments in life when I've felt like I can't go on, when something miraculous happens. And along the way I've discovered that behind every obstacle is an initiation—an invitation to come home closer to Truth.
Quite a fitting theme for today's Easter Sunday, during which we celebrate the resurrection of Jesus Christ from his crucifixion, an archetypal example of one's capacity to faithfully persist through immense hardship and challenge only to be reborn anew through the process as a deeper expression of Truth/God/Love than before.
Must we all not experience some sort of Death, shed some part of ourselves that no longer serves us (whether an old habit, belief, or idea), in order to grow? Of course, one day, our bodies will wither and fade and we will experience the Final Death of this lifetime, but until then...
whatever doesn't kill us, makes us stronger, as they say...
whatever doesn't kill us...
makes us love more deeply.
makes us sing more loudly.
makes us dance more freely.
makes us speak more authentically.
makes us live more WILDLY.
"You are not dead yet, it’s not too late
to open your depths by plunging into them
and drink in the life
that reveals itself quietly there"
—Rainer Maria Rilke
Happy Sunday, beloveds.