Friday, January 29, 2010

Lost and Found

"There are things that can knock you down you don't even see coming, they'll send you cryin like a baby back home." -from Bruce Springsteen's Darkness on the Edge of Town. This has been true for me. Our family has been in the middle of a personal crisis/transformation.

During moments of personal or familial crisis it seems as if life becomes like a shaken snowglobe. All the things you know, and things you think you know, get stirred up, all searching for it's own spot to claim. Some thoughts and concepts you used to cleave too are cast aside no longer of use, some you hold dear and those become stronger by building on them. This all takes time, to suddenly identify different layers of thought, process new stimuli, and to begin the practise of a more evolved and loving faith style.

I'm very happy to report faith and joy are still possible, and even more deeply. At a certain point I found myself throwing my hands up into the air-and making a decision to just go with the flow. There was nothing else I could do anyway. What precipitated this "letting go" during the height of my anguish? A kind word of encouragement from a new friend "Be good to yourself". & The love of someone else very close to me telling me "This is enough. . . you've had enough."

I'm often inspired by this simple truth emblazoned on a plaque at my in-laws home. I wish I knew who the author was.

I sought my soul,
my soul I could not see
I sought my God
but God eluded me
I sought my brother
and found all three

by William Black circa 1700's.
(thanks to my friend, Dori Barrett, for letting me know who the author is.)


Michelle said...

You are sounding sad my cyber friend - is there anything I can do? Glad to see that you seem to be working through it though. Hugs my friend! xo

dori_barrett said...

Hi Colette...beautifully written! The author of the poem is English poet and painter William Blake...late 1700's. He also wrote: Every Night and every Morn Some to misery are born.Every Morn and every Night Some are born to Sweet Delight. Some are born to endless Night. Dream sweet...Dori

Colette George said...
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Colette George said...

(Had to make a small correction to last post)
Hi Michelle, My son and his partner, (with grandson) have split up and it's been an agonizing experience. Personally transforming this sorrow into something miraculous is my vision. I do feel like a pioneer- again. But, you know, that is the way of the spiritual walk. Thank you for your steadfast support (and the wonderful kinship I feel with you in our fellowship of "the Bruce". ;)

Colette George said...

Dorie, (my second attempt to post- the other from my iphone. Must've been too lengthy. I've had very limited access to my pc lately since we've had company since just after returning from CHA.)
I'm so glad to know the author of that poem, it probably is my favorite poem. And thank you so much for sharing the other poem. It's intriguing. Of course, I will place my own spin on
I'm so glad we met at CHA. What a wonderful surprise awaiting at the end of my night. Please stay in touch, I enjoy your comments, and you are so funny!

hugs to you Dorie!