I decided to include another of my post from the do what you love challenge. Here is today’s post:
#SeeJaneDoWhatYouLove
It is 9:16 in the morning and my heart is bursting with so much joy I just have to post now. I woke up feeling so alive, so full of life, so alert after a month of feeling often fogged, exhausted, depleted. So much in my external life is not going “right” yet I feel untouched by it. My fears have evaporated even though I have not experienced such scarcity in a very long time. Internally I feel so abundant I know it just has to pop into the physical soon. I no longer am squelching my own voice, even though, in the past, the fact that my neighbors, family, old friends might read this would be enough to stop me as I have always felt so different, so outside the norm of society, so unsuccessful in worldly terms. Now it just does not matter to me. I am who I am and I F IN A L L Y adored myself so all is well. This is my great joy today. The focus of my life and work can be summed up in the quote at the bottom of my web site, it is “Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to eek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.” Rumi This has been my focus for the last decades and now I have such a sense of arrival it gives me great joy. Then to top my joy this morning a young Facebook friend of mine, Harisaran Jamkatel from Katmandu sent me the most darling little movie celebrating me today and it brought tears of joy to my eyes.
I am so loving how poems match my experience so have to share one more:
THE HOUSE OF BELONGING by David Whyte
I awoke
this morning
in the gold light
turning this way
and that
thinking for
a moment
it was one
day
like any other.
But
the veil had gone
from my
darkened heart
and
I thought
it must have been the quiet
candlelight
that filled my room,
it must have been
the first
easy rhythm
with which I breathed
myself to sleep,
it must have been
the prayer I said
speaking to the otherness
of the night.
And
I thought
this is the good day
you could
meet your love,
this is the black day
someone close
to you could die.
This is the day
you realize
how easily the thread
is broken
between this world
and the next
and I found myself
sitting up
in the quiet pathway
of light,
the tawny
close grained cedar
burning round
me like fire
and all the angels of this housely
heaven ascending
through the first
roof of light
the sun has made.
This is the bright home
in which I live,
this is where
I ask
my friends
to come,
this is where I want
to love all the things
it has taken me so long
to learn to love.
This is the temple
of my adult aloneness
and I belong
to that aloneness
as I belong to my life.
There is no house
like the house of belonging.