Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Reflections on impact

Breathing in and out, I realize there is no place to go... This place i so deeply desired, the dream of where life would unfold. My sense of place where I would find meaning, fulfillment, purpose. My children raised up & held in a earth blended texture of warm windy wild afternoons. That place comes as wonderment, imagination, & curiosity... My life lessons so far seem to prove that most of my journey is an illusion of thought. This place, that person, my accomplishments all falling away into the nothingness of everything. The other day 3 comments appeared on this blog. The message I heard from the anonymous commenter was: anger and deep discontent of a human being not willing to look further inside themselves. One thought that holds truth for me: We are all mirrors for one another, a teacher of sorts, reflecting back a personal pattern that asks for deeper inquiry... I feel blessed, grateful, content and peaceful knowing I have been thrust into the deep inquiry of self. This expedition into my scary dark shadows of dis serving patterns, habits, language & blame, has begun opening up my heart and mind. This difficult challenging process of deep self exploration, has allowed me to contain more compassion, openness & understanding for all livings beings... Truly wanting to understand another humans story is what I wish for. Listening and understanding begins with the sacred art of holding space for others. Does that space exist within me? Do I have the capacity to be a vessel of deep understanding compassion, kindness & love? Yes, I most certainly do...!! My gift I offer is conversation in a kind loving compassionate container for those that truly wish to know who I am, I challenge you to come forth and show up in your fullness, so we may have a complete understanding of our impact in all our relations..


molly said...

re-reading this a year later is so interesting. i can hear it even clearer than then. plus, i really love the new design of your site. nice one, brother love.

Anonymous said...

Humm..I ghost from the past..I have many amazing memories with this meng..:) From the shared excitement of reading climbing books at the Palos Verdes high School libary to Jonzing around the rock piles of J.T.
Its wonderful to hear of you mike.