Dear Reader, Full of Longing, Full of Love,

Mary Ellen Lough in a garden

Dear Reader, Full of Longing, Full of Love, 

Perhaps you have been reluctant to let your heart show for a good long time. Or maybe you swing wide open the doors to every stranger you meet in hopes that one of them will take you in and make you their very own. Listen, your own becoming, your own birth is violent and gentle, harsh and angelically kind. Don’t try to figure out too hard. Each moment is a brand new way of beginning. The mystics say the the universe is constantly birthing itself. So are you.

Look, I want to tell you all. I have been through a few things. And everything I once thought I had lost has been given back to me. And in a better way. A more whole and complete way. A way that arrives gently, like when you wake up in the morning and there the sunrise is. It just is.  All the distances have come close. We are surrounded by embrace.

I’ve got a heart so alive some days I feel it might burn this old farmhouse down. We all have a story to tell. And  not just a story but Your Story. And who or how do you tell about how when a miracle comes hurtling to earth towards you, it creates a vacuum of stars behind and you open your mouth to catch them like snow. How such light and such loneliness can simultaneously burn your insides with the same intensity.

Maybe it was Whitman convinced me to yawp from rooftops, maybe it was Emily Dickinson who told me when you feel like the top of your head has been lifted off, that’s poetry. It’s some in the living, too, that every day you have less reason not to give yourself away (according to Wendell Berry). Then there is Hafiz saying :

Don’t surrender your loneliness so quickly. Let it cut you more deep. Let it ferment and season you as few humans and even divine ingredients can. Something missing in my heart tonight has made my eyes so soft, my voice so tender, my need for God absolutely clear.

But here’s my speaking, connective heart tissue. It’s a poor medium, but I think you’re wanting to live with your heart wide open today, too. And I’m happy you’re here right now, reading this. And I hope we can share in the story together.

 

 

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