Home. Where is it? What does it mean? These are questions that are reverberating through the space of our times. Last night an old friend stopped by. He was without a place to stay, roaming from job-to-job at this point. Another friend is considering abandoning his apartment for life in his car, parked at night near the sanctified confines of local churches. A recent client has been using her mother’s home as a chrysalis, getting ready to re-hatch her life back into the world. LeBron James left his home and bolted for a new one, raising all kinds of questions about loyalty and commitment in the process (more about LeBron later).
I pondered these questions about home as residents around the gulf are reporting all kinds of sickness, all occurring around their homes. The oil is gushing, unabated now, as BP removed part of the well head today, hastening it’s unimpeded flow into the home waters of the south. People down there might be forced to leave their homes.
The concept of home rose to the surface of my consciousness as I watched a blues band bang out standards in the center of my town, my home, a place that I have called home since last year, as I left on my Hejira, just up the road. It came on the heels of three days in a psych ward, where I witnessed the sad state of human wreckage that called that and other places like it “home.” It took a journey into the orphic depths for me to find the lost parts of my soul, the mad and disenfranchised strands of self, shunned by me as a coping mechanism to get by in this world. They were all there, in male in female form. I gathered them unto me and led them out, back into the light. I brought them home. A year later, almost to the day, my father died, in his home, thus completing my turn around the Sun.
With the Sun in Cancer, New Moon in Cancer, Solar Eclipse, the idea and ideal of “home” is moving to the front and center for many people. It is illuminating what’s important to us and how we can use the home, any home, whether it’s rooted in rebar or attached to ones back, to be the fertile ground for cracking through to new life and sustaining the momentum of growth.
The Sabian symbol for the Solar Eclipse tomorrow is THE UNFOLDMENT OF MULTILEVEL POTENTIALITIES ISSUING FROM AN ORIGINAL GERM. On a day when the Sun is eclipsed, we do not view our shadows and all is brought forth into the clarity of day to witness. Here we see on the New Moon, the symbol of germination, of breaking through and beginning a heliotropic journey towards the light. In essence, grow where you are planted and if there is not enough light and sustenance, cast yourself to the winds of change land somewhere that you can.
Through my readings with people, I have gleaned that we are in the act of finishing up business and getting with the art of living. The time for processing is over. You’ve been here a thousand times already. You know enough. Let the unfoldment of multi-level potential germinate.
When we deal with the concept of breakthrough, we often frame it in dramatic terms, like finding the right work, or the right partner, or manifesting something we have desired and worked towards, but it’s often the case that breakthrough can be as simple and humble as the first fissure in the hard membrane of the seed wall. That tiny fracture cannot be underestimated as a monumental event in the life of the organism that emerges. It’s as critical as the first fall of fruit and the next generation of seed. Without it, there is no life. Our lives are comprised of any number of these moments and the beauty is, is that you have a choice in these moments as they emerge.
It’s how you respond.
Do you give your power away for approval or need?
You will let another snuff out your light for acceptance?
Will you react in the middle of a fire fight between out-of-control egos?
Will you consistently choose wholeness and integration over diffusion and defracation?
Can you respond from a place of third option, a creative alternative to polarity and duality?
It’s these things that manifest in everyday acts that allow us to chip away at the hard husk of separation and risk the reward of journeying towards the light. Breakthrough is just one thought and one breath away. It’s always there. Read the rest of this entry »