{"id":165,"date":"2022-11-04T08:30:13","date_gmt":"2022-11-04T08:30:13","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.sarahcledwynblog.com\/?p=165"},"modified":"2022-11-04T08:30:13","modified_gmt":"2022-11-04T08:30:13","slug":"do-i-know-you","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.sarahcledwynblog.com\/index.php\/2022\/11\/04\/do-i-know-you\/","title":{"rendered":"Do I Know You?\u200b"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Today I had the lovely opportunity to meet a new person who does incredible artistic work. \u00a0She obviously pours her soul- her whole self- into her work and the work pours itself back into her, a mutually sustaining practice.<\/p>\n
Labyrinth- Holding on and Letting go<\/strong><\/p>\n<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

I find that the more I engage my own soul purpose, more of these people appear in my path. \u00a0They inspire me, help me and show me that the life I can\u2019t quite dream up for myself is indeed possible. \u00a0I find myself feeling recognition when I meet a soul which has found it\u2019s beautiful and unique expression. \u00a0For Marilyn, who I met today, her healing, her medicine, her work is creating\u00a0Labyrinth<\/a>s. \u00a0She spread several out on her floor. \u00a0She had gorgeous paper paintings on the wall with beautiful designs. \u00a0One of them was a butterfly pattern in a circle of blue and white. \u00a0The circle border was the path leading into the contour of the wings. \u00a0She stood reverently before this painting, arms upraised tracing various configurations as she moved in, out and around the design. \u00a0It was beautiful and sacred to watch her. \u00a0It was like dance and worship and beauty reflecting beauty.<\/p>\n

As I sit remembering, I am savoring the experience of simply being present with someone as they speak and dream and share about a pursuit which captures them and brings them deeper down into its mystery and our own mystery. \u00a0I appreciated her dreaming and scheming and listening as we looked at a design I hoped to incorporate. \u00a0I could see and feel the creative spirit moving through her. \u00a0She had me walk a new design that was a long rectangle so it could be used in a hallway. \u00a0At the end\/center of the path, she had drawn concentric arches that invited one into a threshold instead of an ending. \u00a0Standing in the several thresholds of that path, I was moved to say, \u201cyes\u201d with every step to remind me that I am choosing to walk into the center of everything. \u00a0I am choosing my own dying, my own birth. \u00a0And we had opportunity to sit in some silence, a gift for her she said. \u00a0The silence is rich. \u00a0It is one more threshold.<\/p>\n

So tonight I am grateful. \u00a0I am grateful to see the Beloved, the Divine Friend in the eyes and the art and the work of another. \u00a0I am grateful that my own reflection in their presence brings me into my own holy center, from where my love and my art and my work emerge. \u00a0I am not only grateful to Marilyn, but also to the many many countless people who have gifted me with their deep selves. \u00a0Some of them have shared their work, their story, some a simple gaze that speaks more profoundly than anything. \u00a0We are present here together in this beautiful, difficult, wonderful and amazing world. \u00a0We are gifts for one another. \u00a0I thank the Universe to be witness to such unfolding Light as it is constantly born among us. \u00a0I thank the Love beyond all Love that I can look around and meet so many eyes and think, \u201cOh yes, I know you. \u00a0I recognize you.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/header>\n<\/article>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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