Light in your heart

By: Marjory Mejia

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Hello dear ones,

There are days when words seem to stand still and close like the petals of a flower at night asking to trust the closing as much as the opening. There are days that fold words into the innermost recesses of our being while they usher tender moments of synchronistic encounters with life.

I realize I’ve taken a long pause in my writings. It has been in a period of incubation I like to think, of living suspended in the threads of a new rhythm set in motion as I learn to navigate my new life thrust into a full time job as an architect and a transformative relationship; while still dipping my toes in the waters of Sacred Flow work.

In doing what I feel life is asking me to do—to risk, to trust, to open to life beyond the safety of the words and lines that were my refuge, my sanctuary, my only companions for years;  I have felt words emptying out of my being—not on the page—but out in the sky like birds migrating elsewhere. What are these birds searching for, what are they seeing, what are they experiencing, and perhaps most importantly, what will they bring back? I stand in stillness waiting for their return while my days swoon with yearning like waves reaching from the depths of the earth.

A sense of motion dispels the silence and ends the stillness. And light is born in the heart of darkness. A seed of light pulses to illuminate our path, a forgotten song echoes from the core of the cosmos to shake every cell of our being and take root in the deepest chambers of our heart, a call is heard in all directions to disintegrate the constrictions that restrict our spirit.

The song that always stirs in my heart is the song of the feminine awakening us gently to our wholeness. The rebirth of the feminine does not entail the annihilation of the masculine but the realization that a precious aspect of our being and of life itself has been suppressed, neglected, ridiculed and silenced; and that this realm seeks to see the light of day, to speak its wisdom, heal our fragmentation and brings us back into harmony with the heart of nature–our home.

I dedicate this post to all that is dormant and gently awakening within each one of us, to all that is becoming alive and free in the waves of our consciousness and the flesh of our becoming; to all that wants to be seen, heard, loved, nurtured; to all that wants to receive a YES that shatters old limitations and opens up new possibilities as individuals and as parts of a sacred whole.

Deep gratitude for the gift of life, for the gift of love flowing through us all.

Full Moon Blessings and Merry Christmas,

marjory mejia

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Dec 25, 2015

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