Mirrors

Stories are our mirrors, truer mirrors than those made of glass.  They show us who we are, and who we hope to be.  They help us to see, to understand, to make sense of our lives and our journeys.  They create connections between us and our worlds.

True stories are the oldest form of alchemy.  When a story weaves and wraps itself around your soul you are forever altered.  The world will never look the same again, will never be the same again.  The stories that haunt you are reflections of yourself.

So how do you sing the song of your life?  Do you choose to tell your story as the ancient bards did, weaving stories that heal, refresh, teach and counsel?  Are you the hero or the victim, the child or the king?

We all create mirrors.  Choose yours wisely, and then do not be afraid to look deeply into the glass.

We Learn By Becoming

“You have suffered only for this:  That you may bless others who suffer still.”

–Haven Trevino, The Tao of Healing: Meditations for Body and Spirit

We learn by becoming.  There is no other way.  We cannot think our way through the world; we cannot heal ourselves or others by pretending to live.  We are here to feel, to grow, to change.  To experience all facets of life, of being human.

Sometime our changes are abrupt and earth-shattering; at other times they happen so slowly we don’t notice until later that we have been reborn into a new life, a new world.  Either way, one day we will look back and know that our journeys have been perfect all along, that every step we’ve taken was blessed.  All we lacked was eyes with which to see it.

Do not worry because you feel alone.  Do not worry because you are afraid.  Even heroes doubt their paths, doubt their choices, doubt their callings.  That is natural.  That is human.  It does not mean you have failed.  It only means you have forgotten.

And when we forget, when we think that our fears are real and eternal, when we feel sorrow and pain, then we learn compassion for others.  And it is only through our compassion for others that we can find peace.

Allow yourself to feel, allow yourself to heal, and then bless those who suffer still.

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Heroes

Heroes travel on the wind, as we all do.  What is it that makes heroes heroes?  They are courageous, able to choose love even when fear and pain surround them.  They know who they are, can sense their mission, their purpose, even when all seems dark and cold.  They may stumble and lose their way, they may forget and they may doubt.  Yet when the road is darkest, when all seems lost, they find their way.  They stand up, walk on, continue.  When the world becomes dark and quiet, then they can listen, then they can see.  They rise again, and again, and continue on.

We are heirs of a mythical past, and guardians of forgotten truth.  The world calls to each of us, over and over again.  Some are waiting for the call, intently listening for it.  Others are awakened suddenly by it.  Still others resist, ignore, deny the call.  The tapestry of the future is woven all the same.

We are the chosen ones.  That is why we are here.  We would not have been born if we did not have a unique, irreplaceable, powerful purpose for being here.  The universe does not waste space, does not make mistakes.  Do not fear over-reaching; you cannot.  Do not ask if you are worthy of the path you see before you; you could not see it if it were not meant for you.  You are divine, an immortal at play in a human world.  Ride the wave that moves between your humanity and your divinity, play the part you long to play.  Embrace all the facets of your starlit soul.

You will always be given the tools you need, once you begin the quest.  Such is the way of the world, always and without fail.  Even your failures will provide the key to your freedom.  Such is the way of love.

What Women Want

There is a story that answers the oldest of questions:  what do women want?

A young and handsome knight of Camelot, named Gawain, set out to find the answer to save King Arthur from losing his throne.  It sounds perilous–an entire kingdom dependent on determining what women want.  But for a true knight, all things are possible.  Answers always present themselves to those who honestly seek them.

For Sir Gawain, the answer presented itself in the guise of an old woman.  She appeared in the forest, withered by age and sickness, and asked him for food.  Being a kind as well as noble knight, Gawain made a place for her by the warm fire and gave her his food and drink.  In gratitude, she told Gawain that she knew of his quest and would give him the answer he sought, if he would take her back to Camelot and make her his wife.

This was a harsh fate for a strong, handsome young man, the prize of the court and the favorite of all the beautiful young ladies.  But Arthur’s kingdom was at stake, and so Gawain could do nothing but agree.

Upon his promise to marry her, she told him the secret of what all women want–to have their own way.  But the story does not end there.

Gawain and his promised bride returned to Camelot, and the entire court grieved at seeing the young man bound to a haggard old woman, wise though she might be.  But the wedding was duly planned and celebrated in lavish style, and that night Gawain joined his new bride in their wedding chamber.

When the court had retired and the couple were alone, a miraculous thing occurred–the wise woman was surrounded by glowing light, and then her form shifted and changed into that of a stunning young beauty with flowing blonde hair and cornflower blue eyes.

“I was cursed by an evil magician,” the lady said, “and forced to walk the world as an old woman before my time, until and unless a knight of Arthur’s court would make me his wife.  But I am afraid the curse is not completely broken, and a choice is before you, my husband.  You must choose–would you have me be beautiful by day, when all the court could see me, or at night, when we are alone together in our bedchamber?  What, my husband, would you desire?”

“I cannot decide,” Gawain declared, after a moment’s thought.  “You must choose what is more pleasing to you.”

“And now,” cried his lady, “the curse is well and truly broken, and I am free to appear as my true self at all hours of the day, for you have given me what all women wish for–the ability to have my own way.”

It is not only women, of course, who long to have their own way.  For what does it mean, to have one’s own way, but to be one’s true and authentic self, at all times and in all places?  This is the gift of love that breaks all curses, and sets us free.

We Find What We Seek

The world we see conforms to our expectations, our hopes, our fears.  When our minds and hearts are open, everything is possible.  When we are determined to see what we expect to see, the world obliges us by fulfilling our demands.  Our fears are realized.  We prove ourselves right by finding the evidence we need.

Do we need to be right?  There is so much to explore, so much to discover.  There is so much we do not know.  Nothing is finished or perfect, including our understanding of the universe, of where we are from, of where we are going.  And that imperfect understanding means there is always more to discover, more to learn, more to be.

Endless joy.

Nevertheless

Maybe I’m right, and maybe I’m wrong/Maybe I’m weak, and maybe I’m strong/But nevertheless, I’m in love with you.

Maybe I’ll win, and maybe I’ll lose/Maybe I’m in for cryin’ the blues/But nevertheless, I’m in love with you.

Somehow, I know at a glance, the terrible chances I’m taking/Fine at the start, then left with a heart that is breaking.

Maybe I’ll live a life of regret, and maybe I’ll give much more than I’ll get/But nevertheless, I’m in love with you.

–Nevertheless (I’m in Love with You), Frank Sinatra, Nice ‘n’ Easy (music & lyrics by Harry Ruby and Bert Kalmar)

To love is to risk.  To open to another is to dare.  It is because we cannot know the outcome, that we are not assured of success, that choosing love is an adventure.  To love, nevertheless, is to face life with the strength and the courage of heroes.

And to give much more than we get–may we all be so lucky.  Because that is the secret to love.

I learned that from my father.

Happy Birthday, Dad.  I love you.

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