Renewal is conceived in the heart of discontent. It begins to grow by the inner light of silent conversations with God until it breaks through the clay of blended souls.
Hungry hope is its companion as is a broken spirit enraptured by the Holy one, whose breezes caress the restless suffering with tender knowing. Hope reminds Renewal to be patient with its re-emerging and to know that most of its growth will be invisible to the outward glance, but colourfully recognizable when the human who hosts it gazes inwardly.
Through suffering we learn to surrender. Through surrendering, we learn how connected we are to a greater realm. Through connection, we begin to feel loved in much different way than perhaps we have ever felt before.
What may feel that an epochal event that shifts our gaze and FEELS like renewal is merely a glimpse of a field of diamonds off in the distance. Those tantalizing sparkling gems with winkly twinkle c'mons have the power to awaken our hunger for enlightenment, to tickle our parched thirsts for a drop of understanding.
But, Renewal doesn't occur because of one event. It may be the spark that ignites the change in direction, but it is not the conclusion. It may be the impetus set in the clay of blended souls...... the foundation we rely on for support as we ride the waves of change by taking one step at a time.
Renewal in all of its diamond splendour is simply our crooked journey signmarked by our recognition of love dressed in complicated life riddles. Eventually it leads us to a place we can call home. To get to the field, we must walk unprotected, barefooted pierced by the nettles and thorns of suffering that scratch and sting.......that leave pockmarked scars on our flesh.
We must walk aided and unaided.......taking risks, learning as much from our hurts as we do our triumphs, reaching out to give while being open to receiving the gifts we are offered. By so doing, we learn that the clay of blended souls we walk upon? We are a part of that clay. We belong to a universe who shares the same feelings, who thrive and survive, who suffer and feel joy...... who nurture and are nurtured by one another.
Renewal may be conceived inside the heart of discontent, but the light of its darkness seems to always shed rays on a garden of hope, inside the home, waiting to be discovered. As pilgrims, let us continue to be surprised by the answers to the riddles......... those "love in riddles," for this is where our awareness resides. Don't forget to tuck in a dash or two of humour into that journey knapsack of yours too.
PS. Pip? My first attempt at "transposing" the article you sent me. Let me know what you think........ xx