“The doors to the world of the wild Self are few but precious.
If you have a deep scar, that is a door, if you have an old, old story, that is a door.
If you love the sky and the water so much you almost cannot bear it, that is a door.
If you yearn for a deeper life, a full life, a sane life, that is a door.”
Women Who Run With the Wolves
— Clarissa Pinkola Estés, Ph.D
To complete this recent article, I may post images or quotes to introduce new “faces” of Silence. I found thanks to our support group a quote that is very interesting : it denotes Silence in his first sense, as it being an inability to hear, or an absence of sounds. It is very interesting to observe Silence as a form of necessarity / inevitable disconnexion.
I love that you’ve titled this post “Lacuna.” I had to look up what a Lacuna is, but I find it compelling, particularly as it’s used in music.
From Wikipedia: “In music, a lacuna is an intentional, extended passage in a musical work during which no notes are played.” “Contrast this to a musical rest, which is of much shorter duration and a normal part of musical performance that serves to create rhythm and movement between notes. In general, rests do not call attention to themselves in the perception of the listener, whereas lacunae actively force the listener to experience silence as part of the overall performance.”
In my own spiritual practice, I have experienced many “spiritual lacunae,” where the Holy Ones are silent, _actively silent_ in order to force me to experience silence as part of our relationship. I think I am going to incorporate this word into how I speak on religion. Thank you.
– Source : Matthew Gerlach on Galina’s blog.
A fragment that I find breath-taking, but the dear Raan. This is another face of Death Work, which I explore less. I’m going through the process of life and death myself, but I am not to help other people in my turn. Or I don’t think so for now.
“I stand on the precipice of change.
I exist within that change, a silent sentry tasked with being a mirror for others.
Sometimes the most powerful tool is an ally reaffirming your existence as you move from then to now.
I don’t think I will ever be truly comfortable in my life. Its a small price to pay for being allowed to watch others heal.
I honor the depth and beauty of your battle scars.”
I have just found a document which has nothing to do with queenship, and yet one of the first quotation just seemed to explain a lot of the work ! For all those who look for hints and info, ponder this :
Establishing nature’s worth in and of itself has implications for our use and treatment of it. In aword, these implications are stewardship. Merriam-Webster defines stewardship as “the careful andresponsible management of something entrusted to one’s care.” This is a relatively passive definition, however; it doesn’t speak to the more active responsibilities of the steward when the thing entrusted toher is under threat, which is so often true in Tolkien’s literary world. In light of this, a Tolkieniandefinition for stewardship might be “faithful and discerning action on behalf of a beloved landscapeand/or community.” Stewards are responsible to take action for the protection, not just themanagement, of what has been entrusted to them.
Please don’t hesitate to go to the direct source, which I am going to explore when I get the time : Richard Goetsch on Academia.
It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for your dreams
for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon…
I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by life’s betrayals
or have become shriveled and closed
from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your
fingers and toes
without cautioning us to
to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me
I want to know if you can
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand on the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after a night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.
It doesn’t interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the center of the fire
and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments.
Oriah Mountain Dreamer
Found on Facebook via some pages, via Raan I think.
“Perhaps the most important thing we bring to another person is the silence in us, not the sort of silence that is filled with unspoken criticism or hard withdrawal. The sort of silence that is a place of refuge, of rest, of acceptance of someone as they are. We are all hungry for this other silence. It is hard to find. In its presence we can remember something beyond the moment, a strength on which to build a life. Silence is a place of great power and healing .”
~ Rachel Naomi Reme
“We die with the dying:
See, they depart, and we go with them.
We are born with the dying:
See, they return, and bring us with them.”
T.S. Eliot – The Four Quartets
I found this quote on a nice blog, but I can’t find the link back…