The Relevance of Love

There is a lovely songbird chirping outside as I write these words.

It feels like a reminder to stay in tune with myself and sing my own song from a space of joy and purity.

There’s a lot going on in the world right now, and that, mixed with few personal incidents which popped up this week, left me feeling diffuse by week’s end. As if my empathic being were a wooden boat with several holes, and I began to sink, leak and soak in other’s energies at a faster rate than I could bail them out.

By the end of the week I felt a strong urge to return to nature, to return to myself, to return to my heart and the truth within: Calm. Creativity. Appreciation. Joy. Nature. These are the things you need right now. Use this is an opportunity to return to yourself.

I’ve been sitting with that wisdom for the past few days. Working on cultivating joy. Working on contributing calm and light. Working on acting from a deep space of heart-truth and not reacting out of fear of being thought irrelevant, because as a spiritual teacher I’m not using this opportunity to speak out on the virus everyone is talking about.

As someone who frequently writes about grief, loss, change, and the hard aspects of the human journey, I’m not reticent about wading into difficult terrain.

But at present, it feels like everybody has something to say. I figure the bases are already covered, and I’ve not felt called to overtly contribute my voice to the mix.

Something I’ve learned about myself is that I have my own contrary way of moving through life. Often the more everybody else is focusing on something, the more I find my heart feeling drawn in a different direction.

This week I felt myself drawn to harnessing my energy and tunneling back to my truth. I felt guided to go out into nature, and on my favorite trail amidst the daffodil butterflies, blue skies, and ruby raspberries growing fresh—

I realized my purpose doesn’t change in times of challenge.

I realized I can be adaptable, but I can’t shape shift myself to do, be, or say what I think others need or what’s expected of me.

I realized if it’s in my heart to do, be or say, then I should. If it’s not in my heart, then I shouldn’t.

The more I work with the energy of the heart, the more I continually learn that our hearts truly do have a wisdom all their own. Wisdom that will guide us and often run us contrary to the direction everyone else is going.

This is what it is to be a sacred heart rebel: To agitate for peace and roar for gentleness. To go left when others go right and transform difficulty into light. To find the beauty in the dark places and winnow out truth from long tangles of feeling’s flow.

My truth this week is the vital need for joy at this time. The remembrance of muse and magic. The importance of holding space for the frequencies of beauty, peace, and crystalline catlike grace. These are the energies which help transmute darkness and fear into love and light, and I figure if I can be a contributor of that— than my relevance remains replete.

With that, I’ll wrap up with the one piece of writing that did originate from a pure heart space this week, which sums up my perspective and inspired these words:

Find joy in all the ways you can. Remember joy is the currency of vitality and not only does it feel good, but it boosts your energy (and your immune system). Never underestimate the impact of small acts of kindness or the difference grace can make. Find the laughter. Find the good. Be wise. Take good care of yourself. Tune out when you need to ground. Listen to your intuition. Allow your heart to lead. Transmute darkness into art. Keep space for whimsy, hope and compassion.