Since the loss of my brother in July, I have been struggling
against an old obstacle. I have worked
relentlessly the past ten years to open myself to feeling…everything. I began
with being open, engaged, and connected in ritual space, then with connecting
to inspiration, and intuition, and imagination, love and grief and sorrow and
joy, desire, passion and pleasure, anger, purpose and power…everything that
makes me a living, breathing, loving person.
Being closed off to my Self, my mind, soul, heart, body,
and shadow, is like being asleep, or half-alive. It feels like sleepwalking through the world,
and it has robbed me of my energy, my motivation and my joy. It has also robbed me of my compassion,
empathy and connection to others.
The loss of my brother was the first but, there have been a
series of losses, none of which I have felt fully. And while I have not lost my connection to my
Gods, I have not returned to the head-blindness and deafness, for which I give
thanks, this disconnection from feeling is an obstacle that has become intolerable. I will not live that way again.
I visited the Sweat Lodge this past weekend and there I
became acutely aware of the current state of my magick. I gave thanks for the blessings I have been
given. I offered up the distractions and worries (and a portion of my grief)
that interfere with my being fully aware and connected to myself, and I asked
for the return of opening that I may again fully engage with all of myself and
with those that I love and with my purpose in the world.
This past week, in conversations with two of my coven-mates I had become unexpectedly “emotional”, even becoming disproportionately angry
about something relatively trivial. At first,
I did not recognize why I was feeling so strongly, and then it occurred to me
that my prayers within the Lodge had been heard and were being answered. I give thanks for the return of opening, and
I will continue this work.
One of the ways that I intend to do this is by engaging in
new experiences and striving to be fully present with them.
This has reminded me that the lessons of this life are
always repeating, we become more adept at the work each time we return to a
lesson, we learn new ways, and practice and practice and practice, and through
practice we become wiser and perhaps more graceful.
So, I am opening…again.
May my Gods bless me in my work.
