“Late by myself, in the boat of myself.  No light.  No land.  Cloud cover thick.  I try to stay just above the surface.  But I am already under and living within the ocean.” (Rumi)

In the face of a dissolving love relationship, I feel dismembered and disembodied. It is the crumbling of yet another surreptitiously created self-image. Life, devoted friend and teacher that it is, has intervened once again to bring to light a self-imposed limitation. In the fiercest moments of this storm, there is not even a shred of hope that I will ever reemerge whole into life…

But all storms, no matter how devastating, settle and the fury breaks.  In the silent wreckage afterward, a sober clarity is born, as well as an ability to see beyond illusion. I was unaware of what a prison I had built for my spirit even in the clinging to a high-minded dream of love.  Loss of love is not standing between me and true fulfillment, but the conditions I had placed on my wholeness and happiness were.

In such cases, my higher self in its great wisdom, knows that hard human lessons are the best teachers. All that is born is sworn to pass onto another form, eventually.  Everything in this reality is bound by the natural law and will continuously cycle through birth, growth, dissolution, death and rebirth.

These inevitable cycles return us to the freedom of our original nature and the True Self.  Our nervous system is toned, allowing us to move more fluidly through the full range of human experience.

In these times, the two sides of our nature meet one another in sacred unity – the human being who resides in the material reality and the eternal self who lies in constancy beneath this ocean of perpetual change.