A storm brews in the calm waters of a steady friendship, the safety of our inner world is rocked by waves. Once the source of steady and sweet togetherness, the space with the other is now murky and turbulent.An old voice stirs from the depths, telling you why it was never safe to trust your heart with another.The soft animal of the body* seeks refuge inside a protective shell.It may be tempting to look for clues, red flags and even learn lessons in the attempt to take control of the vulnerability, to disguise it and swiftly move past. Edit. Pass judgement. Assign responsibility and reset boundaries.The invitation from LIFE is to tend to sorrow first. The deeper wisdom can reveal itself to you through the river of healing and compassion, further downstream.Make friends with your feelings now, the meanings, reasons and next steps will naturally unfold later, from the heart of wholeness. They will taste of undivided peace and bear the fragrance of real freedom.What LIFE takes with one hand, she gives back with both, when She reappears from the formless void.Will we make friends with LIFE knowing how fickle she is?And even when she knocks at our door wearing the cloak of uninvited change? The door to this friendship is wide open when loss brings our knees down to the floor.The arms of the Great Mother smell of tears mixed with dirt.First things first, my love.The rest takes care of itself, when you take care of your heart.‘the soft animal of the body’ is an expression from the poet Mary Oliver.
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