It’s our first act as we exit the womb. An inhale. New, fresh, born into possibility. Arising. And then there is our departing gesture: the exhale. A dissolve, a let go into mini-death. Passing away. Arising and passing away. So brief, that precious time we have allotted between birth and death. Take a breath in and pause. Feel that sweetness. Rumi invites us to use that time wisely:
except surrendering to love.”
It is in this surrender we suffer the inevitable loss of what and who we love. It is in this surrender that our hearts inevitably break. It is in this surrender that the inseparability of love and loss become an anguished reality. Maybe your heart is like mine. In an effort to carry on, it is capable of feigning forgetfulness. But below this surface deceit, my old wounds smolder. And with this fresh loss they ignite into a renewal of this perspective. This time the love/loss bond feels urgently regenerated.
I have an old tattered bookmark with a quote from Stephen Jenkinson, author of Die Wise. A reminder, a hindrance to feigning forgetfulness:
Love is a way of grieving that which has not yet done so.”
And Confucius say, “In each life there are two lives. The second one begins when we realize we only have one.” The moment that second life begins, the moment we heed the call to live in earnest, that moment comes for each and every one of us. We can be so friggin’ denial adept that it comes quite late for many. Too late for some.
Yesterday we danced in this territory and felt ourselves come alive. It is one thing to sit here and read about loss and love as a concept. Something quite different happens when you move with it. I’m teaching Wednesday night again. I don’t know what else to do but keep moving with this. It’s how I’m built. Maybe you can join us at Clara. Maybe you’re not ready. But we can all breathe.
Take a deep breath in. Feel whatever is arising, feel born into possibility. Hold that breath: cherish the time you have been allocated and remember what and who you love. Let the breath go. Feel it all passing away. Yourself included.
Surrendering to love…bella