The Quilt Of My Soul
It has certainly been like a patchwork quilt, this life of mine.
I always looked and felt for the finest material in a person or experience
to add it to my repertoire of patches to sew into this quilt I have known.
You know… there are spaces too, where fire singed the edges, where the tears took their place and where the stains of a careless soul left a deeply unpleasant mark on mine. Yes, on the quilt of my soul.
Still, I look at this quilt, a work in progress and sew a new day. I am pleased.
It may not be the finest quilt but it’s my quilt, my pieces…times when I was woven
into another’s experience and they into mine.
I have such a great love for this world and all the life contained in it.
The previous post was representative of that.
It was my desire to be a clear channel to assist others on their journey.
This morning, I realized it was also written for me. As strong as I am and as focused as I have been for humanity, the truth is I am so very tired… I feel broken and battered, like all I can see is the next mine field. And the hardest part is that these precious, sacred souls are depending on me to navigate this earthly reality.
And though I am known for my laughter and humor, the truth is that I too, am a sensitive soul. I search and I search. There are few who are free enough from addictions and programming to be a true measure of a great soul, one that could offer rest for a moment like a comforting lean on an old oak tree.
So.
This moment I break open.
It’s raining...
O God
That sacred rain…
And I realize that plea was indeed for humanity, which includes me.
Yes, myself.
So.
I ask to be calibrated to the Divine Rhythm through the guidance of strong and loving souls.
And I feel this group of souls whom I have not yet met, holding space for me…
because I am loved,
because I am worthy,
because I am Love…
true.
