Tuesday, December 15, 2009

menorah thoughts....

i actually sat and waited for it to get dark.
i wanted to light my menorah.
i just needed to be with those candles.
and yeah, i pushed it a bit. it was dark in
my kitchen more so than outside. and that
was good enough for me.

so i lit it.
and sat with it.
and thought how cool it was to sit at my
kitchen table with it.

i love sitting at my kitchen table and to sit
there deliberately honoring the sacred seemed
perfect.

my thoughts wandered a lot.
my dad keeps poppin' into my head.
i keep tryin' to think of how to honor his passing.

and then this story a grandmother shared with me
today came roaring in. it's a hard story. one that
hurts to even think about.

a young child wanting to end his life.

a child.

i cried when i read it.

and then that made me think of patty in south africa
and the children she's working with.

i sat there and wondered for the gazillionth millionth
time in my life how to hold all of these stories. all
of life.

i remembered the thought of not holding it, but letting
it flow thru me.

but wait, i thought....i want to hold it. i gotta touch
it too. i can't just let it flow thru. there's something
about me and touching.

and so i tried to think of holding it and then letting it
flow thru me.

and believe it or not, the practical logistics of that
got me stuck.

i pictured things flowin' thru the crown of my head.
i pictured holding things in my hands.

hmmmmm........i couldn't figure out how to do it smoothly.
how odd that i would get so practical with a visual.

and then it hit me.....

don't hold.
touch.

just touch.

and the logistics worked beautifully.

let them flow inside of you. let them flow straight
thru you....and as they flow, they'll touch against
your heart. some will lean hard, some will take pieces
with them, some will just barely press, and some will
scratch and take some of the surface with them as
they go thru.

and that's okay.

because if i let them flow thru me back to the earth,
and out to my creativity, they have parts of me now.
they've been inside of me. and they're changed.
they're different somehow.

and THAT'S what i can offer the world.

THAT'S what i've been tryin' to figure out for a million
years.

i have been getting stuck on the holding.

it's not the holding.......it's the touching.

and the letting parts of myself mingle with it all....

and then directing some of it (into my creativity and
offerings) and letting the rest of it flow back to the
world.

flowing back with part of me in it.

ohmygosh.

i sat and stared at the candles.

how did i ever get by without a menorah???

i blew out the candles, went outside to turn the
christmas lights on, and bowed to the sky.

i think i have something i really want to mull here.
it feels huge.
and yet, i wonder, will it change anything?

only if i let it.

only if i let it.

4 comments:

squarepegperson said...

Wow! You've got your mission, sis...and it's not like you didn't have it before, but now you SEE it -- how perfectly you described it! and the flow..the deal of how you GOT the idea!! oh! And the thing of how everything passes through you and is touched by you as it goes forth..ohohohoh. How cool about the way that everything changes AS it goes through you - gets some of YOU in the mix! and how sometimes you feel compelled to hold...and eventually you do let go, and and and..i love this..LOVE it!

Merry ME said...

I love going on your mental travels with you. I'm never sure where we're going, but I love where we end up.

I never got in touch with Patty in Africa about making something purple for the young girl. Is it too late to get an address? I want to sew in the new year.

Zenchick said...

don't blow 'em out! You're supposed to let them burn all the way down :-)

Anonymous said...

Beloved...it is exactly what I do..I let all those feelings flow through me, all the shattered pieces that feel like glass..that cut me as they move...I embrace them all as one thing moving. To ignore it would be to bring dishonor to me and the pain. I had to feel the pain of my young grandson or I would dishonor him because we are all connected. The Web of Life connects us. Our sacred contracts connect us. It isn't as sharp as it was the first day...nor will it be as sharp tomorrow...as with sea glass that moves and is moved about in the ocean, the jagged edges smooth over time and something wonderful and beautiful is created from the shatterings. So...we need to let it flow through us but the reason it comes in the first place? Is so that we can recognize and feel the pain of another being..in this way we validate one another and bring meaning to life. That is where the beauty and gloriousness of it resides! The Universe calls to us to do something, go somewhere and we show up...we connect...and in the connection the beauty is born.
I showed up to read your bone sighs..I reached out to you and in the reaching out the pain was shared and a star was born. The candle was lit...and it burns brightly forevermore! Honoring the sacredness between us all is Divine leading us to be of service..to touch. That is what we do Beloved...we touch. In ways that matter.
Thank You for touching me! Thank You for your sacred breath in the words you write...
The Grandmother...
Happy Sacred Season!