how can there be a window, when no wall remains?"
-Hazrat Rumi
Today I had a seminar with intercordia. At the session through storytelling we looked at ourselves, with all our faults, but tried to see them as gifts and things to learn from. I had the challenge of telling my 'life story' to my new friends. Reflecting upon my young yet wild life, I can feel overwhelmed by the amount of difficult experiences that are stacked in my personal closet. But I Alhamdulilah! Halelujah! Thanks be to the Good One! I have been able to turn some of the poison in my life to nectar. This dance of transformative perspective, and recognizing the graces in the gifts of my brokenness, is an ever evolving one. Like an Intercordian staff recalled from a Leonard Cohen song, its through the cracks that the light shines in.
Just been thinking about these things...... here is another hit from Rumi on the matter...
"Don't try to put out fire by throwing on more fire!
Don't wash a wound with blood.
No matter how fast you run, your shadow keeps up.
Sometimes it's in front!
Only full overhead sun diminishes it.
But that shadow has been serving you.
What hurts you, blessed you.
Darkness is your candle.
Your boundaries are your quest.
I could explain this, but it will break the glass cover on your heart, and there is no fixing that!
You must have shadow and light source both.
Listen, and lay your head under the tree of awe.
When from that tree feathers and wings sprout on you, be quieter than a dove.
Don't even open your mouth for even a coo."
-Hazrat Rumi
In this process, I have been so humbled by the immense outpouring of support of me as I fundraise for my placement in Bosnia. I can never thank you enough. All the kind hearts that have generously shared their support with my efforts with Intercordia. Truly, sincerely, humbly.... THANK YOU!!!
Love and respect!
http://www.canadahelps.org/GivingPages/GivingPage.aspx?gpID=10130
In the cracks, the leaking spots of my wee heart,
there is quiet.
In the loud, voice of assumption,
there is courage.
I am tiered, I am weary. Today was a long day.
But I am full, I am healthy
I am not a work in progress.
I am not a task to be perfected, completed.
I am here,
I pray that one day I may arrive.
I pray you are joyful and you may find comfort in the midst of all the tough, rough, and difficult things out there and in here. Love to you and your relations, Leigh
"be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle"
- Plato
