The day we are all waiting for
There is a sacred space held inside from the time when we are little.
When we are finally ready to wake up, as we grow up,
we get to take a look within.
If we are really ready to see the beauty that is there,
we can bring it with us. This is a blessed journey.
Our inner world begins a conscious journey into our outer world.
Eventually over time and with astonishment…and intimacy with the details
there is an integration between the two worlds.
An experience of coming home to ourselves.
This is the day we are all waiting for even though
we might not know that is what we have been seeking all along.
We didn’t forget who we are, and we aren’t just remembering lost selves.
We are becoming ourselves. This take time. And intention.
Once we are awakened, we feel everything, often too much.
This awakeness at times is wearisome.
But when we use our gifts of creativity and self expression
we learn to navigate the space of so much sensation.
Then, there is a quiet joy that begins to emerge, to rise up.
This quiet joy will carry us through the deepest waters.
This buoyancy isn’t something we earn, but something we learn.
Grace comes. Gratitude comes. We come to life!
~ Maestra Shiloh Sophia
I remember what that day was for me. I was 22 in my teacher’s studio.
She told me to put my intention into my clay – and I woke up.
Since that moment I haven’t gone back to sleep. This awakeness at times is wearisome.
I woke up from one night while I was still sleeping, metaphorically speaking that is. It was as if I was on the operating table and the heart surgeon was cutting me open. I started to gasp for air. At the time I was having an anxiety attack. I screamed with pain from the years of suffocation
” Let it out” my brother said. I was on my way to healing that night.
I had just left my husband and staring to realize that it was time to move on and start my journey to recovery. There was no time for sleeping. And the heart surgeon in the great big Sky was going to do it. I didn’t need to be medicated any more.
Today, one year later I am standing on my own two feet. Healed, no longer broken. I have a new beginning. Literally, I am going to become a mother for the first time. I’m excited and nervous with a little surealaity mixed in. I pray that other women and men can be healed as well this upcoming year. May the Great Healer in the Big Sky be with you and the peace that surpasses all understanding be upon your hearts and minds and with your spirits.