This miracle of life pushing through what looks like death is beautifully metaphoric for our lives. It is valuable to remember that in our desperate/lonely moments when no teacher is in sight, there is always a teacher within. Are we able to learn the patience of waiting beside the sorrow? Waiting with the sorrow? Can we sit with the death we are experiencing and just listen to the wound? Life is a wisdom school, yet there are times when we have to do our grief work before the wisdom shows her face.
Spend some time getting acquainted with your inner teacher. What pieces of wisdom will you gather during the month of February? Wisdom is knocking at your door!
Here is a small wisdom poem I wrote many moons ago.
Again and again
the words washed over my soul
bathing me in truth.
-words from Terry Tempest Williams:
"The most radical thing you can do
is to stay where you are."
[..and by those words I do not believe she is asking us not to grow;
or to remain in our sorrow forever; we must take the words deeper.
Eat them. Taste the wisdom within. Live with them for a few days.
I think she is referring to our modern day restlessness that takes us
away from the wisdom of NOW]
My restless, wandering spirit
stood beside those words for days.
Ate them for dessert
went to bed with them at night
and rose with the taste of them in my heart.
And what about you?
Where are the words that linger?
What have you discovered in the middle of your living that could serve as a resource for your own wisdom poem?
At the end of the day ask yourself this question: What pieces of wisdom from this day's journey, linger?