A Steady Heart, A Kiss of Wind

Soul Notes: Birthday Passages – A Steady Heart, A Kiss of Wind 6-9 December 2009

As you approach the day of your birth, wander back with wonder, noticing the great distance you have walked on your journey through this lifetime as the one whose very name, Amy Lou, means “Beloved Light.” You have  pierced the illusions that have held you hostage for many lifetimes and may now claim a level of victory over them that has not been reachable until now for you. I celebrate you and rain my love and gratitude upon you.

Your heart has been cleared of much of its burden – the dark pain of many lifetimes and many seeming-realities in the land of the illusion of Separateness. Your friend heard the confirmation of your arrival into this seemingly new place (new experience, yes; new place, no) when she heard my voice say, “Her heart is now steady.” You will grow into your new “clothes” (heart) much as you did when you were a child and your mother bought a dress a bit too large for you to then oh-so-naturally grow into. Your anticipation of growing helped you grow; the love for the dress helped you grow, fueling your anticipation and enjoyment of the upcoming moment when it seemed suddenly that you had grown overnight and could wear what you’d so eagerly awaited, wear it as if it had been made just for you.

You will find, just as you did with the perfect-fitting dress, that the steadiness in your heart “becomes you” and will feel as natural as your old, favorite tennis shoes. The steady heart we speak of is your stability, your rootedness in your heart of hearts – your True Self, that which you call the Authentic Self. These roots have taken hold, Beloved Light, and will not fail you.

This is not to say that every fear or challenge has disappeared from your life, or that you will never face loss, disappointment, or adversity again. You know that these experiences will come. Yet, your steady heart, rooted and grounded now (as it will remain), is what permits the movements of Life on your dear Earth to be simply that: movements for you to wade, float, surf, or cling to your board through. Change is constant; movement never ceases, for this is the nature of Life. And the steady heart in you is more than ever before able to ride the waves of Life’s unfoldings, Life’s revelations, its gifts and guises, and to ride them with unexpected appreciation for the journey’s constant evolution.

You have always loved the wind. As it howls outside your door tonight, outside a door open to receive it on this, the first night after your birthday, understand that you chose purposely to open your heart to Wind very long ago. With steadfast determination, you invited both its power and its kiss, permitting it to blow through you, pulling the covers off the hidden places and sweeping through the house of your belonging*, your Being, to clear out all shadows and mysteries hiding in midnight darkness.

Then, you saw through a glass darkly. Now, face to face, and with an embodied knowing of all my faces, all my facets, all my children, you are able to sleep through your midnights in the certainty of faith and trust and expectation that the sun, the glorious sun, will rise to greet you in the morning.

The steadiness of your heart is what Wind has given by diligently blowing so powerfully and so long. When it blows as it does tonight, delivering east-bound planes to their destinations ahead of schedule, may you be reminded of the clearing that Wind has provided you over these many years. From this clearer place, may you also recognize that Wind’s kiss, coming as it will on a soft Spring morning, is at hand even now in Winter’s slow, southern march to solstice, to stillness, to turning. Tonight, your dear Wind brings with it the kiss of my gratitude, which has always been yours and ever will be. May your now steady heart receive this kiss as my reminder, too, that  your presence in this life is a kiss daily delivered to those in your care. May it be so received.

*David Whyte, The House of Belonging

The House of Belonging

I awoke

this morning

in the gold light

turning this way

and that

thinking for

a moment

it was one

day

like any other.

But

the veil had gone

from my

darkened heart

and I thought

it must have been the quiet

candlelight

that filled my room,

it must have been

the first easy rhythm

with which I breathed

myself to sleep,

it must have been

the prayer I said

speaking to the otherness

of the night.

And

I thought

this is the good day

you could meet your love,

this is the black day

someone close

to you could die.

This is the day

you realize

how easily the thread

is broken

between this world

and the next

and I found myself

sitting up

in the quiet pathway

of light,

the tawny

close grained cedar

burning round

me like a fire

and all the angels of this housely

heaven ascending

through the first

roof of light

the sun has made.

This is the bright home

in which I live,

this is where

I ask

my friends

to come,

this is where I want

to love all the things

it has taken me so long

to learn to love.

This is the temple

of my adult aloneness

and I belong

to that aloneness

as I belong to my life.

There is no house

like the house of belonging.

© Amy Pierce and In Spiritual Wonder, 2009. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Amy Pierce and EnTheos with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.


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