Plans, modern living is full of them. From a young age we begin to plan our future, choosing schools, extra-curricular programs, employment experiences, all in preparation for some day to come. We plan holidays months in advance. Today, most of us walk around with electronic plan-keepers in our pockets.
But how do you plan life? Life is our experience of the Great Unfolding, of the dance of the Sacred as It sings the world into being. That song sings to us and, like the moon, it ebbs, breathes and flows in its own, unique rhythm as it pours out the potential for creation.
Breathe into the rhythm; find Grace in the Mystery.
The Great Unfolding forms the container for our lives; within it we are free to make choices. We can rail against that container and experience life as hardship. Or, we can choose to work with that container. We can learn to dance with its rhythm; we can listen to its wisdom, and we can make choices in harmony with its ebbing, breathing and flowing. Like mystics of all ages, we can learn to live in the Mystery.
Sing your desire back to the Sacred, then listen… listen for the rhythm of the Sacred singing the potential for you in your becoming… follow the lead of the Sacred, step how that lead guides you, and dance in the Great Unfolding… Breathe into the rhythm; find Grace in the Mystery.
by Jennifer L. Jacoby
The horns of the bull cradled the crescent moon;
The daughters of Atlas called us home. Then, deep in
The labyrinth, a hero slew the Mystery.
Potential, Power and Choice interweave. The
Matrix, the Pattern is ever unfolding. Where
some would ask why, we know: it is a Mystery.
Enveloped in darkness and the colors of kin,
Stones of wisdom, heavy, pressing bellies to earth,
We close our eyes, breathe deep and seek the Mystery.
The stories of bards drift on the wind with lyre’s
song. Truth, news and history danced only on lips.
No letters. Words only limit the Mystery.
By firelight the Walkers gather in circle;
The drum pulses in harmony with Mother’s heart;
Freed to the Otherworld, we dance the Mystery.
The streets of Barcelona teem with bulls running;
Stones and stars in Calanais dance the Great Weaving;
Nothing is lost, Chiya. Now, live the Mystery.
Peace and long life… Jennifer