keeping the world soft

The morning was like porcelain, like I always imagine winter's soul to be, fragile and beautiful. And it had such a sense of comfort to it, because of that vulnerability. I knew any rain might fall, any icy wind might come, but whatever did would be from the heart of the world, and I would breathe through it as always.

People talk about the importance of being strong, but there is such a truthfulness to vulnerability - I think it must be what angel light is made from. Not the power of strength, but the promise of love and hope.


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We need strength in our communities - not a hard, fierce strength, but a steadiness in the service of love. We need softness too. After all, the strong hand is not wanted to pick tiny healing herbs from amongst forest undergrowth. The strong hand is reminded, gentle, when stroking a baby's cheek. There has always been deep wisdom, shamanic sacred wisdom, and a genuine liberation to be found, in letting go of holding on.

Besides, true strength - not power or force, but that which sets us upright and keeps us moving on - isn't something we necessarily make inside ourselves, like a quality of our blood or nerves. We get our strength from the love of family and friends. from inspiration, encouragement. From rest, peace, comfort, and nourishment.

Maybe we could even say that strength is not a single quality, but is woven from many threads of kindness, care, and trust.

These days I have seen so clearly that many people are less able, or less willing, to hold a space of love and comfort for others. I hope we do not make this world so hard that it can no longer grow wild, weedy, beautiful.

8 comments:

  1. truly, as you say, strength is woven from many threads of kindness, care, and trust. and i agree with the observation that many are less able or willing to hold a space of love and comfort for others...that is a failure of parenting, of education, of civic-mindedness, of political will, of every level.

    i think you are right in feeling that softness may well be the key to constructive strength.

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  2. Strength is the softness within us, I so agree. And vulnerability.
    After years of abuse, softness and understanding, even forgiveness, envelopes my soul.
    You help me see that.

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  3. So so beautiful. Winter is such a sacred, lovely time, and I can feel it through your words.

    I've always wanted to be strong. But I think I did it wrongly for a long time. I just held everything in, and maybe that was pride and not strength. I think vulnerability is courage.

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  4. Your beautiful post reminds me of these words by ceramic artist M.C. Richards:

    "There are many disciplines that strengthen one's athleticism for love. It takes all one's strength. And yet it takes all one's weakness too. Sometimes it is only by having one's so-called strengths pulverized that one is weak enough, strong enough, to yield. It takes the power of nature in one which is neither strength nor weakness but closer perhaps to virtu, person, personalized energy. Do not speak about strength and weakness, manliness and womanliness, aggressiveness and submissiveness. Look at this flower. Look at this child. Look at this rock with lichen growing on it. Listen to this gull scream as he drops through the air to gobble the bread I throw and clumsily rights himself in the wind. Bear ye another's burdens, the Lord said, and he was talking law.

    "Love is not a doctrine, Peace is not an international agreement. Love and Peace are beings who live as possibilities in us."

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  5. beautiful thoughts and wonderfully expressed.
    truly there is so much expressed here that touches my heart.

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  6. Very beautiful and thought provoking.

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  7. There is so much quiet beauty in your spaces, Sarah. xo

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