This landed friend, thank you. I am reminded of the recording of the last Kauaʻi ʻōʻō bird from the 80s. It is beautiful and haunting, and somehow made even more special because it is the last surviving bird calling to a mate that it will never find. I wept when I heard it. Initially, I thought I wept because it was deeply romantic and tragic. And then I realized How beautiful the call was and I wondered how tragic things can be so full of beauty. And I realized that in the call of longing for the partner was the partner itself. So it is with us: When I express my longing for the Beloved, it is the beloved that issues from of my mouth. When the wound sings, it is not with the voice of injury, but with the voice of wholeness and health.
You are not merely lonely for a person. You are lonely for the source. Are you channeling St Augustine or drinking from the same spring-"For you made us for yourself, and our hearts are restless until they find their rest in you.”(Confessions)
My religious tradition translates ordination as separation. A nazirite vow separates from one community to another more demanding one. A lonely one. Perhaps Rumi’s reed understood the loneliness of being chosen to work, walk and worship beyond your wounds. Thank you for sharing.
I like that part of this is just common sense. Asking ourselves. Am I tired? Am I hungry? the same as we would ask a toddler. Listening before trying to fix. Not turning the wound into a throne.
This landed friend, thank you. I am reminded of the recording of the last Kauaʻi ʻōʻō bird from the 80s. It is beautiful and haunting, and somehow made even more special because it is the last surviving bird calling to a mate that it will never find. I wept when I heard it. Initially, I thought I wept because it was deeply romantic and tragic. And then I realized How beautiful the call was and I wondered how tragic things can be so full of beauty. And I realized that in the call of longing for the partner was the partner itself. So it is with us: When I express my longing for the Beloved, it is the beloved that issues from of my mouth. When the wound sings, it is not with the voice of injury, but with the voice of wholeness and health.
Sometimes, VMB, your words are so powerful, so honest, so close to the bone … deep bow in gratitude and appreciation.
You are not merely lonely for a person. You are lonely for the source. Are you channeling St Augustine or drinking from the same spring-"For you made us for yourself, and our hearts are restless until they find their rest in you.”(Confessions)
My religious tradition translates ordination as separation. A nazirite vow separates from one community to another more demanding one. A lonely one. Perhaps Rumi’s reed understood the loneliness of being chosen to work, walk and worship beyond your wounds. Thank you for sharing.
I like that part of this is just common sense. Asking ourselves. Am I tired? Am I hungry? the same as we would ask a toddler. Listening before trying to fix. Not turning the wound into a throne.
Stunning!!