Go Forth Dearest Love

February 27th: I am grateful, on the anniversary of my father’s death, for the soothing poetic words of Sarah Blondin.

To my lover, my husband, my wife, my child, my dearest friend, my mentor
To the stranger I pass on the street, the kind eyes who met mine, the gentle breath shared while being embraced
To the ear that listened and held my words as precious
To the ones who stand with me in this lifetime

To the life that comes rising along with the sun, that opens my eyes, that floods my body with vitality and vigor
To the love that spills from light, the love that falls from the seams in my clothing
To the abundance that fills the cup of clean water I drink

To the fighting, the warring, the violent storms that crash within me, and around me
To the ones that come to help show me what hurts in order to be healed
To the people who are on this healing journey with me that are not allowing me to stay small, but are forcing growth to come bursting forth from the wound that binds us together

To the remembering of who I am
To the glimpses of my formless beauty, my unstoried self
To the remembering and then forgetting again
To the cycle and circle and dance with essence and all that is not

To the heartbeat of my humanity, the tenderness of learning to walk without hands to hold
To the gentle, most incredulous journey we are all on
To the breaking free from our painful conditional joy and happiness

To loving someone and needing nothing in return
To the giving of yourself to the fires that come to burn your restrictive walls to ash
To the coming home and leaving and coming home again

To the fear found in my clenched fists, my sore shoulders, my shallow breath, the gilded knot in my stomach
To the fear that seizes the homes of the places within me that are not aligned with my intrinsic self
To the fear that is there to remind me relentlessly of the places I need to open my eyes, the places I need to love, the places that made me forget who I was before I learned to clench against it all

To the dark nights, the relief of the moon, the soft earth that forms to cradle the shape of my foot
To the crickets and the birds who sing our world into harmony
To the flowers that wish to sit on my windowsill, the trees that grow to reach the most sunlight, to the grass that sways and soothes
To the webs the spider tirelessly builds overnight only to be torn down in the light of day
To the life that pulses in exultation below my feet every day that I am alive
To the portal it offers into our remembrance of our wholeness

To our Source of unconditional Love
To the beauty that comes from hitting the rocks at the bottom of the well
To the surrender that comes after I have been squeezed of my last drop of control
To the overwhelming freedom that lives there behind everything I diligently carry
To the wealth that waits for me to turn my gaze toward it

To the gift of letting go
To the outstretching of palms
To the laying down of arms
To the miracles born from not doing but being,
To the unclaimed love we are all blundering toward
To the gravitational pull that constantly tugs us toward center even when we are screaming in the other direction
To the constant unearthing of who we really are

To the waxing and waning
To the groaning and roaring
To the discoveries that blaze
To our valiance, our fortitude, our constant learning
To our courageous, beautiful selves
To the purity of who we are, the mighty force we were born as
To the vulnerable, most magnificant heart in our chest
To the world of wonder shrouded in every soul

To the simple, the plain, the ordinary life I get to live
I would like to say thank you
I would like to share my most sincere gratitude and love and appreciation
To the simple, the plain, the ordinary life I get to live

I would like to say a most sincere thank you for all this glory that waits for me to turn my gaze towards it
I thank you
I love you
I thank you

Close your eyes and let these recognitions be what you carry close as you rise and fall throughout your day
Let these recognitions anchor you to the love that is yours, that is waiting, that you are infused with
Let yourself be reminded that everything is a gift, a ruckus, riotous, astonishing gift for you to revel in

There is no right and wrong, no good and bad, no must be’s
This is it
It is a tale of fervent love
A tale of how you learn to discover the immense beauty living inside of you

Breathe
Hold your heart
Take a deep inhale and exhale
Go forth dearest love into the great pilgrimage of your life and offer your most sincerest thanks for all of this, for all that is, for all of the glory that waits for you to turn your gaze toward it

~ ​Sarah Blondin, Honoring Life Meditation