The wound...
...is the place where light enters you
The wound is the place where the light enters you. - Rumi
When you are broken wide open, your consciousness vibrates at a higher frequency. Let me explain how this openness happened to me. Very early one morning, I was sitting outside, broken by the death of my son, Emile, months earlier. While staring at nothing, all of a sudden, the rays of the sun hit the dewdrops on the lawn at an angle, and it looked like sparkling diamonds. The beauty of that took my breath away. Amidst the agonizing pain, I noticed something I’ve never done before.
Every sense became heightened instantly, and my heart flooded with love. I didn’t feel alone anymore. The creation became alive before my eyes that morning, and touched my soul. Where I felt bereft and secluded before, I then felt at one with everything around me.
It was such a tender feeling of being seen by the Universe in loving contemplation. The sun shone inside my body, the wind blew through my lungs, and the sound of birds singing echoed in my heart. Divine love enfolded me. The tears running down my cheeks were tears of gratefulness.
As I sat there on the grass between the sparkling diamonds, our mountain tortoise ambled closer and pushed itself close against my body. Everything that moment felt sacred and holy. I was under a divine spell, and had clarity that this hell I was experiencing had a divine reason.
When that first spiritual experience happened to me, my life slowly started changing. I saw the work of the divine in everything that happened. This doesn’t mean life became smooth sailing because I still struggled with my mental health. But now my being became in tune with nature.
I saw meaning where before I saw only suffering. My anguish opened me to my spiritual path. Nothing that happens is ever a mistake. I needed to break open before I could deepen my spirit. My eyes opened to the reality that my pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses my understanding, as Kahlil Gibran so eloquently explains it.
Namaste
I love how nature has this effect on us. In moments of grief, tragedy, or disaster, something awakens within us, and we realize we are one with the Universe. I don't believe in the divine, but I'm sure everything in the universe, including us, is God, and everything is connected through a strange randomness. Nothing is forever, and we just need to capture these moments to understand that we're all cosmic creatures. Our lives, even if some end sooner or later, are just a millisecond compared to the age of the universe. We're here to witness its beauty, and we should be grateful for the opportunity to experience just a slice of it. Beautiful writing, Rea! It's so powerfully expressive! 🤍
Oh Rea, this moved me so much. I remember those early days and feeling this exact sense of connection with nature, like it just ‘had’ me…that I could pause for a while and absorb myself in that moment instead of the terrible places to which my head was taking me. The awakening, yes…you describe this beautifully. And even the tortoise understood what was happening…❤️