The Journey

The Journey

I don’t want to write about this morbidly with harshness that has you scared away from the edge, nor do I want the poetry of this place to sound like a hall mark card.  But the meat of it is something entirely different. There is an integral wholeness that you can arrival at when you walk the trenches of separating out from relationships that have become entwined, shackled and lost along the way. As painful as it may seem to leave {or to stay} it can be short lived when you have kindness at the heart of things.  The path you start to walk may be the kindest action to take.

I believe in a love so vast and so deeply extraordinary that it makes the every day precious and the mundane a human privilege.  A love that will have you blown wide open in beauty and revelation.

Where will you find that kind of love if not here in this place, this relationship?  You may need to venture out into the wilderness of your new frontier with all its hard knocks, dark nights.  With all it’s blessing ways and solitary talking too’s and discover that the breathing you hear within your ears and the heart that beats in your chest are breathing and beating for you.

There are howls and hugs, roars of disappointments gone unheard, aches from bruises now yellowed, bank accounts at subzero temperatures and a chainsaw outside waiting to carve it all down the middle.  Here, right here,is the place where you stop doubting yourself, stop forcing yourself to be someone you no longer are and you step off into this frightening, exciting and liberating adventure to find your way home.

~ Lotus

The Journey

Above the mountains
the geese turn into
the light again

Painting their
black silhouettes
on an open sky.

Sometimes everything
has to be
inscribed across
the heavens

so you can find
the one line
already written
inside you.

Sometimes it takes
a great sky
to find that

first, bright
and indescribable
wedge of freedom
in your own heart.

Sometimes with
the bones of the black
sticks left when the fire
has gone out

someone has written
something new
in the ashes of your life.

You are not leaving.
Even as the light fades quickly now,
you are arriving.

~ David Whyte
{ written for a female friend leaving her marriage }

The Journey

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice–
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
“Mend my life!”
each voice cried.
But you didn’t stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do–
determined to save
the only life you could save.

~ Mary Oliver