Love flies without limits.
Cuts through all veils.
Rejects the life you knew with looking back.
Gives up on feet entirely – much too slow!
Sees right through appearances.
Ignores obsession and addiction.
My soul remembers its source:
I was in the potter’s hands while he mixed clay and water –
a new home for me, I think.
The kiln is hot. I’m trying to escape!
Willing, unwilling – what does it matter?
No longer resisting, I get kneaded and molded,
just like every other lump of clay.
These times, for many of us, are painful. There’s shock and disbelief. There’s frustration and anger. There’s grief. Wave after wave of grief. What if you were to allow yourself to lean into all of it, to recognize that as painful as it may be, you’re being kneaded and molded into a more beautiful creation. A vessel through which the Divine will pour His gifts and blessings. Would that make the painful process of molding and firing more tolerable?
“Sometimes our whole life needs a redesign. This doesn’t usually happen overnight. In the same way that the universe continues to evolve, we need to trust that we can shape our lives in a creative way…” – Neil Douglas-Klotz