My Bronx Riviera Re-Visited
Last night, sitting before my
altar…candle gazing…I became aware of the Flame’s Reflection: the little flame that “i” am.
If, indeed, it is true—as I
believe—that this human “me” this
small “i” is but a reflection of the
Great Light, the Great I AM, then
where in the purity of this Light/light
do I find the mean-spiritedness…the
smallness of self and character that
was revealed in yesterday’s blog?
What I revealed was my own shadow
self; that inner woman who has not yet embraced the Holiness of her Woman-Body;
the one who cringes at the folds above her own waist…the cellulite on her
thighs…the breasts that would hang to her waist if not haltered in the best of
bras…the one who’s words and actions are out of kilter.
I apologize to that unknown woman whose moment of meditative privacy I invaded with my camera and my scorn. I am truly sorry. Please forgive me.
Today, I honor you, Sister Crone, for the self-love and self-acceptance you represent; for your apparent knowledge that you are not your body—but a strong, bold woman of spirit comfortable in a temporary flesh suit that will be discarded upon the accomplishment of your mission here and your return to Spirit. You are a true Warrior, my sister. I aspire to reach the level of your confidence and self-assurance. You demonstrate a wholeness I’ve yet to reach.
I know that you forgive me. Thank you.
I now continue moving forward confronting the darkness that still lurks in the hidden corners of my heart; a darkness fed by fear and insecurity. And as I progress on this lifelong journey
of the spirit, walking boldly through the dark places toward the Light, the beauty of who I truly am will be reflected out into my world; healing and blessing all whom I encounter
along the way.