Wet With Soul

I realized that I have written about puking two times in one week. That's so weird. And gross. Thanks for all of your support and advice yesterday. Misery sure does like company. I am feeling a lot better today. I have to - I am off to a six hour training. Today we are discussing spirituality and the dying process. Deep breath. Listen to the waves. Deep breath.

My morning meditation spoke deeply to me so I thought I'd share it. . .

"...Despite gravity, against gravity, in counterpoint to the weight of the world, a glowing heat that can be blocked but not contained emanates through all beings as love, thought, longing, and peace. When letting this vibrancy through, we open the common heart that lives beneath all human longing and the fire at the core begins to rise.

This rising forth is what I live for. It is what keeps me alive. If I were a dancer, I would only try to scribe this endless rising against the sky, over and over, giving it away and away. Oh the heart like a whale has no choice but to surface. Or we die. And having surfaced, we all must dive. Or we die. And more than books or flowers or thoughtful gifts that show I know you, the dearest thing I can give is to surface with the sheen of my spirit before you. And so I look for the truest friendships, watching the deep for spirits to surface all wet with soul."

(Mark Nepo, The Book of Awakening)