Climbing my trellis.....

One motivation for me stepping onto the blogging path comes from this: I've learned that when I look at any one particular event or time in my life, or any one particular consultation meeting or healing session, the opportune wholeness, guidance, inherent lesson, growth and development, and joy is blocked….as if a veil or curtain is lingering blocking the light. But when I remove the curtain, the moment the curtain comes down and I bring into light several or many events, times, meetings or healing sessions all at the same time, when I gift myself with a macro view….Voila, Magic!

At my core I feel an urgency, a relentless and incessant yearning that my life cannot remain as it is. Something is "calling"; I’ve known this feeling before. And it refuses to give up on me; it is a relentless yearning that things should heal this very moment but like compost, in order for the nutrients to be available for nourishment to a seedling, the timing requires patience. I’m ready, the seedling that I am, to climb my trellis.

Healing is a funny word; it’s use has been over saturated to the point where it’s meaning sometimes is opaque. Here, my meaning of healing relates to what is described in the Kabbalah as the “shattering vessel.” Morning after morning after morning – like a string of real pearls, the kind that when I drag my teeth across them, I feel the sand they called home in their shells – I’ve been making my plea, as though unable to tolerate another moment without arriving. And when the days have come to their end, I demand again as though morning never passed. So to bring tikkun olam of my life, to gather the shards scattered throughout my widely cast net, I’m living on the verge of eternity ready to soar.