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What do you prefer to do with others?
Posted on Aug 14th, 2008
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willowinthewind
willowinthewind
This is in Response to the Questions and Reflections for August 13, 2008:
Weep! Sob, wail, rub ashes in my hair, rend my clothes, beat my chest, drop to my knees drop beneath the surface, howl at the moon. Weep together for every pain hurt sorrow unkindness unthinkable unspeakable thought or act ever done in the name of fear or insecurity ... to any one, any being, any planet ....
And when I am done, and when the furies of the emotion have passed through left me behind, and I raise my eyes from my introspection and see you there? And feel you feeling it too?? An inescapable knowing returns, the sweet realization that "I" am not my emotions.
Whoeverwhatever "I" am seems to reside in peace and quiet and amazing wellbeing and joy, seems to well up from that place down behind the senses. You know: that vast place of ineffable Love. And I raise my eyes and see YOU there, get this joyous electric shock of interconnection, of Oneness --- of oneness with you and me and all that is was ever will be, the very atoms in us that once may have been a star. Oh my. Group hug?
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dear sweet Jeannie, you are amazing and passionate and wonderful. thank you for this luminous blog. your tears wash everything clean and make new, life springs up and joy reigns! hugs
Oh, Nicole, thank you. I started having a thousand second thoughts, and came back just now to delete this blog. Was too honest, was too something, shouldnt have said, etc etc. Thank you for the hug!!
oh i'm so glad i caught you in time! your honesty and directness are so valuable…
Coming right back at you with a big hug….Thank goodness you did not delete, this is soooo amazing and this touched me
'' down behind the senses''
of my being for I have experienced this allowing of tears, breaking, sobbing and then…The knowing that ' I ' am not my emotions now…
The joy and connection, the peace, silence and glorious knowing..
I too was there….
Love to you my friend…
You are fantastic, Jeannie! Hugging and holding on tight and not letting go, girl!
Lord, please if you start deleting I don't know what I'd do! You are my inspiration!
Love to you! Sherri
Joyous electric shocks of interconnectedness happening for me right now!!
Thankyou for this WillowintheWind :-D yes, yes and yes to every word you said.. please do NOT do any deleting (I just added you to my notifications too!)
I've been looking for a new home with a willow tree in the garden over the last week or two. They're aren't so many round here.. and dang if I didn't just find one right here in/on Gaia.
Bless you dear sister x
She's beautiful, isn't she? You too Lynx my darling! Well, all the women here! Love you totally!
Sherri
You guys just give me goosebumps! I'm weeping again - but they are the extra special tears, the ones that rise unbidden when your heart's been pierced by love.
We're not meant to cry alone, are we? doesn't seem that grief should be kept private or hidden where it only will fester. I think about all the really good cries I've ever shared with close friends, around kitchen tables or on front porches, cries that begin in great sadness and morph into hugs and laughter and bright eyes and joy and feet that want to dance again. The ‘sadness' simply evaporates, an illusion .
Grieving seems to be best done as a collective thing, maybe it's a gift a response an irresistible impulse from the feminine face of the divine. There was this great scene in Lawrence of Arabia, the tribeswomen gathered along the top of sheer cliffs, wailing. Below them in procession pass the men, riding out into the absurdity of battle. Now I know men weep with us too, but they're supposed to hide it or something.
Seems like tears always should flow when necessary and appropriate, like at a good old-fashioned wake, first the tears and then always always the gathering of hands and hearts, the strong sense of communion of community, into a joyous celebration of life. The transcendent fast track to the deep peace of who we really are.
Hanging around with all of you, this palpable sense of Oneness, is wildly transformative. How blessed I am to have found my way to Gaia, to know you, to love you!
Peace. And a bazillion hugs.
This is just beautiful!
Tears… lots of tears
Good ones, for very good reasons.
Jeannie-You light up my day and bring light to the world.
(don't want to hear about the deleting, fingers in ears la la la)
Oh sweet, precious Jeannie,
I am SO glad you did not delete this. As I was reading this, I could hear my own voice echo through yours. I felt you speaking from my heart too. Your passion fills me with tears, joy, hope and all that brings us to this moment.
After yesterday in quiet meditation on the anniversary of Terrell's passing, I became full of all that you spoke about, and at times all at once. I could not describe what I was feeling, but you did. Your words flow like your dancing, with such grace and purety.
If you had deleted this, I would have missed it, dear one. Never second guess your feelings. I agree with Karin, “deleting, la la la.”
Here's a Big Hug for you and Much Metta and Love ever flowing your way, from me.
thank you
wow. stunning. I love this place/your blog/and all your wonderful friends.
big hug.
Heck yeah…
((Group Huggggggg))
=)