Wednesday, July 24, 2013


Kahlil Gibran tells us in the Prophet that sorrow and joy are of the same cup.
Over the years I've learned the truth of that. But like other truths, I understand it more deeply as time goes by. And so it was a few days ago that my soul said stop: stop and release the sorrow of your heart, Katheryn. And so I did for I had no choice. I cried and heaved great moans as I let the impact of
my loss surface. Not yet finished, I was filled with images of deep loss throughout the night. When I first awoke I was in fearful awe of those images. Then I began to experience a joy that was equal to my sorrow. And I knew once again, when I am given sorrow, it is my job to experience it. And from that same cup, joy will come.

Why are we given sorrow?  It is through our sorrow that we become able to feel true and deep
compassion.  Sorrow tells us we are part of the human family and as humans we have that common bond. (go and find a house where sorrow has not visited).  To look at sorrow as a punishment completely misses the mark. We are not creatures "deserving punishment". We are God's beloved!  Sorrow is there to make us more deeply and fully human.  It is there to lead us to our compassion, the cherished quality that takes us directly to soul awareness. As we become more conscious of ourselves as souls, we become more filled with Love, for soul is Love. 

Joy is divine and needs no explanation. But so is sorrow when we understand it's wondrous purpose.

Friday, June 14, 2013

Wild Geese by Mary Oliver

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
        love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting-
over and over annnouncing your place
in the family of things.

I have kept this poem around me for many years. It speaks to me of what I seem to forget time and time again:  that I am worthy....that I don't need to be a certain way.....that I don't need to do a certain thing. It poses a question I read long ago and have never forgotten: Even if humans are not good, why should we be punished? The farther I go the more I see that my seeking to "be better" is my greatest obstacle.