The tragic beauty of falling madly in love with every moment is that you must simultaneously grieve as each second passes. This is the trade-off for opening your heart wider to love: the heart must swell and break within its own pulsing for you to be fully alive. This was my lesson at this years Burning Man--specifically at the Temple of Grace. The willingness we have to feel even a single teardrop of the worlds grief will determine our capacity to receive the worlds blessings, which are always here, simply waiting to be acknowledged. At one point, I saw the faces of the many men I have loved in my life and asked for their forgiveness where I lacked compassion. At another point, I sat before the altar, channeling the Divine Mother, and sang Hooponopono, while those around me prostrated in the most reverent and humble prayer. And still at another point, I clutched my Beloved Adam as we sobbed in each others arms, both in gratitude for our life together and in sadness in its ephemeralness. I am still learning how to walk with an open heart. I am still learning how to trust the erotic voice quivering within my soul. I am still learning how to be in continued connection within a community where, even after three years, I often feel like I dont quite fit. Please have patience with me as I stumble my way towards Grace. Thank you. I love you. Please forgive me. I forgive you. Bless you. Bless you.
Posted on: Mon, 01 Sep 2014 17:49:14 +0000
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