Redeeming All Brokenness
I've read this several times today. The sentence that leapt out at me is, "To give birth is to die to one's old life." I thought of how unprepared I was to be a mother, how emotionally immature. I wish I'd had that kind of perspective on what I was going through. It's the same with any kind of new birth- it necessitates a death of something else that might be dear to us, something that we think defines us.
This was beautiful and I reflected on it as I tried to sleep.
A few years ago, I was drawn to study and immerse myself in an understanding of my ancestral roots. This quest led to the Druid Wisdom Tradition. Now as a part of my spiritual practice I celebrate eight festivals a year- the equinoxes, solstices, and cross quarter days.
An interesting result has been the comprehension of time as radial and not linear. Standing in the center of the circle viewing the changing seasons, life and death are revealed as aspects of a great continuum, always flowing in a never ending river of being.
This was beautiful. Just what I needed to read this morning. Thank You.