Hello Dear One,
I am surprised at who I’m waking up with. Life is morphing this woman-girl-mystery and she is utterly unknowable. I witness my usual tendency to grab onto an insight and weave a story around it, beginning to soften into a tender stillness and ease.
I remember a moment, over a decade ago, standing face-to-face; heart-to-heart, with a dear beloved, David Cates. Attempting to transmit what I was experiencing in that season of my life, I told him “I feel like all of my life is de-constructing. I’m curious and excited to see what gets re- constructed.” From the presence in his eyes I knew he lived in the response he gave me …. “Maybe nothing has to get re-constructed.”
Six simple words changed my world. (and I’m not even certain those were his exact words. Lol)
I woke-up with David’s words this morning and they moved me with a wisdom deepened by the decade between then and now.
The grub doesn’t have a choice. Her deconstruction happens. Her own immune system resists the changing; yet, by grace, it is the resistance itself that initiates her transformation. And it happens. She couldn’t control it. She couldn’t anticipate what was next. She couldn’t understand it.
And, one day, in some unknowable perfect timing, she emerged and fluttered by.
She wasn’t a story, a re-construction or an understanding. She was alive, alive, alive.
And it could not have been any different.
With transformative love,
Sharon |