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The Way – revisited

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I know you’re tired but come, this is the way.
Rumi 

I posted this quote on my blog in 2015. Over the last 2 years I have taken note when it appeared on the list of my entries visited.

It is a gentle invitation with an outstretched hand feeling strong and trustworthy. When a journey begins to wear on one’s spirit it is good to be encouraged and strengthened by another.

Over the last few months I have begun to notice this post visited more and more. Toward the end of July the number reached 300+. I cannot say I am surprised. Many people continue to seek direction in a very confusing landscape. The way is beginning to feel very narrow. Looking ahead while trying to keep balance is a lot of work. And it seems there are risks at every turn.

I envision our current quest to be somewhat like the bridge in the above picture. The rocks are close which makes focus crucial. We believe that each of us have our own steps to take along this journey – the way. It is not unusual to end up lost or alone as we stretch beyond ourselves in search of hope and promise.

Where is the way? Is it a destination or a path? What steps do we take when we are not exactly certain about the direction? Like any other pilgrimage people go together even though each person’s experience is different.

It is good to be encouraged. Journeys can be rocky and filled with unexpected moments. A gentle hand, a band of seekers longing for light and hope – we have this in common. Along the way we can take turns being the one who invites or the one who turns to follow.

The way is – there is no description but a call to trust and to share in a vision of this world where all know they are ok – just as they are.

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Garments  

Know then that the body
is merely a garment.
Go seek the wearer, not the cloak.
Rumi

I put on a shirt this morning. One pleated in the back to comfortably fit my narrow shoulders. Shoulders that are narrow because I do not sit up straight. My back has been curved for most of my life. This is just fact – something I have adapted to along the way. 

I have spent a lot of my life adapting – adjusting over the years to changes as my joints and muscles have tightened. It is part of living with a disability. Every day I have a choice – to wake up with a sense of ownership or frustration as I prep for my day. For almost 60 years I have been able to balance ownership and frustration. No reason to fight it – and certainly no interest in feeling sorry for myself. 

Then there are the times when a sense of loss washes over like a wave. I met that wave this morning, grieving my unexpected losses. 

It was as I put on a shirt. One that used to fit comfortably. In a second I felt a longing for my body of the past. Clearly our bodies change over time. Aging has it’s on way of sculpting and re-sculpting. Yet when these changes include two mastectomies it requires a certain type of adjusting – a more practiced way of ownership. This ownership takes courage – a lot of courage. There is work in facing a truth each day. A truth reminding me that part of my body has drastically changed. Sometimes it takes more work than others but each time a decision is made to take a step forward and forge ahead.   

I have always looked at my future through the eyes of possibility. Seldom have I faced an obstacle that did not have an alternate path. This is the way I have lived and live today. Each morning I know at my core that the mirror before me reflects a whole person. Physically altered by surgeries and age but whole. 

So I try to be gentle with myself when I meet the sunrise with the feeling of sadness and loss. Life is not a race to avoid oneself and there are moments when it is important to pause.

This body, my garment, has needed patching. The words from Rumi instruct from without and within. As the ‘wearer‘ I am grateful to understand the difference between being a whole body and being a whole person.

Gratitude that can often change the course of a day.

Quote and photo from Rumi Facebook page

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Raise your words 


Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.

~ Rumi
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Without words


God, take my soul to that place, where I may speak without words.
~ Rumi 

Image : Matthias Scholz 

From Rumi Facebook page