practicing the unknown
Practicing the unknown gives purpose to meandering through a state of limbo. Within it lies an invitation for mindfulness, as mindfulness requires us to live fully in the present moment. I can think of no other time more full of uncertainties than these last many months. We have all had to make adjustments and find new ways to exist with the unknown and befriend it, to the best of our ability.
Feeling stuck can sometimes make us feel that we are losing our identity. If you are a sensitive person to other people’s suffering, you may also be overwhelmed these days and miss their joy as well as your own. That doesn’t have to be a bad thing as it invites us to stretch our identities, open new doors and sense new skills to develop.
As someone who considered herself a nomadic spiritual pilgrim and a person of service, I have been all over the map, emotionally speaking. The paths of a pilgrim have been closed or complicated for some time and the current needs of the world have overwhelmed my depth of service.
This week while hanging with my grandchildren, their storybooks clearly seeped into my subconscious. I went to bed a little lost and frustrated one night and had a dream where I was the little bird in P.D. Eastman’s book, Are You My Mother?, where the baby chick hatches and falls out of the nest before seeing its mom. It goes to every moving creature it sees, from the dog to a hen to the cow and the even the moving tractor, asking “are you my mother?” In my dream I am asking everything and everyone I encounter on this dimension and beyond “did you steal my life?" To the modified pandemic safety system, “did you steal my life?” To the hyper sensitive cries of the wounded world, too overwhelming to help, “did you steal my life?” To the cryptic proposals of new ways to function post pandemic, “did you steal my life?”
This dream had an edge of humour while realizing my heart was missing. Perhaps it was the most honest clarity of accepting that I lost my verve and direction for life as I know it. Having such a dream was a gift and a catalyst for change. Thinking of it and talking about it with friends took away the muddle of being unclear, uncommitted, and lost. I feel clear. What stole my life? A question pregnant with “I want it back!” This was a clear command from my core. Where it goes almost doesn’t matter, for it prompts me to be fully present, and for that I am grateful.
In preparation for the mala making retreat next weekend, which there are still a couple of spots, I got deeply immersed in the powerful and nourishing properties of the gems. Recognizing there has never been a more important time to nourish our energy body, was the birth of the special edition wrist malas. You can chose the mantra 'this too shall pass' or 'everyday grateful'. Both messages worthy of intimacy. Some of the chosen gems will ground us, some will awaken and inspire, and some with help us protect our good energy. There is more detailed information on the website. Visit here.
Until the next time.. love to you from Toronto
x Gisele
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