Peace is not freedom from pain, but transcendence.
Pain can be an invitation, a call to adventure, an opportunity to forgive and to heal. No one lives free from pain; no one can help but cause pain. We all must, at times, play the muse to another’s story, whether we intend to or not. Think of them–the evil stepmothers, the dragons, the sirens. They are the ones who send the call, who propel the heroes and heroines into the realm of adventure and possibility. They are the ones who open the door to the bright, messy world we call life. They are the fire of change. Why fear playing the part of fire?
Play your part as openly and truthfully as you know how, choose love over fear and be quick to forgive.
In this fleeting moment
What extravagant respite
As blooming surf speaks its
Mystical passage across
The undreamed depths.
- from Laguna Beach
Echoes of the future, echoes of the past, meet here, in the present. What better home could you have? What will you create next, along with the Universe? What game will you play? How will you love? How will you dance? What will you grow into, and what stories will you tell about it?
Wake up, and all things are possible. Love is endless. We are divine and free. In this moment, hold eternity and know its name: Love.
It is not a mystic’s dream or a poet’s wit to say that all can be found in this moment. What is this moment but the meeting ground of past and present? They greet one another like old friends, easy in each other’s company. In this moment lie all the secrets of the world–of all worlds. But know this: you are not the unraveller of secrets. You are the secret. This is why there can never be an end to mystery. You know in your heart that, as with all good secrets, the joy lies in the search, the adventure, the discovery. What lies at the end of your searching is, whatever else it might be, an ending. And for heroes, storytellers and dreamers, those are always better left unhurried.
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.