Honoring You and Honoring Me

There’s an underlying beauty to the universe, always at work, even if we can’t moment to moment see it. I find myself trying to replace that word “beauty”, as it is often used so many times, but “art” doesn’t quite capture the medium-less-ness of what I mean. Hidden in the secret moments, the unexpected and miraculous cold mornings, the ice crystals become fern-feathered leaves. Have you ever seen frost on a windshield grow like that? Have you ever felt so many different spiritual trusts work together and co-create within?

We’re co-creating again. Did we ever stop? No, of course not. There are all degrees of co-creation, some of which come quite effortlessly from within, while others shift and shake as massively as tectonic plates mashed together. Is one light and the other dark? No. Not at all. Not in the big and soul-wise scheme of things.

With all my recently ingrained meditation practice, I’m noticing a stark difference in the way I am able to flow with everything most days, and on occasion, allow my intuition to seep up and crack through. This reminds me of a quote I saved, but had no clear connection for until now:

“In Japanese pottery, there’s an artful form of repair called Kintsugi. When a piece of ceramic pottery breaks, rather than trying to restore it to its original condition, the artisan accentuates the fault by using gold to fill the crack. This beautifully draws attention to where the work was broken, creating a golden vein. Instead of the flaw diminishing the work, it becomes a focal point, an area of both physical and aesthetic strength. The scar also tells the story of the piece, chronicling its past experience.”

~ Rick Rubin (The Creative Act: A Way of Being)

I am relieved to have the words to describe what I already know. Intuition is a gift, and it is not something to heal out or push away. It is a golden gift that must be honored, and in fact, is hard not to honor and adore, even as its light blasts so brilliantly in contrast to the pooling peace we’re all attuning to and growing so comfortably within.

Even as we speak, quote-on-quote, “unconsciously”, I can hear our souls speaking intuitively. Sure, sometimes they yell, sometimes they cry, sometimes they get frustrated, annoyed, and tired, but in the end, isn’t it obvious? Whether speaking subtly, in thread-thin streams or spilling out in unfiltered currents, our messages are being heard. Soul-wise, we are not ignored. In trusting the path and trusting ourselves, we couldn’t help but to connect to each other on intimate soul levels. Can you feel the golden cracks within? Can you sit back, each day, maybe even a couple times in the span of twenty-four hours, and not think, not judge, not look for, nor analyze, but feel how it all makes sense, and beneath the weight of your body, where your crossed-legs anchor you to the crust of the earth, the world keeps spinning, turning ever so slowly.