How do you experience hope and healing? Where do you find grace? For me it is in the most ordinary of things: the natural world, laughter shared with friends, music and other arts. I know this little pool under the stars well. I find myself lying beside it after being convinced that nothing I do matters, that my life has no purpose other than living on a daily treadmill. What wisdom does this woman see in her handful of water, I wonder? I came across this quote by Andrew Cooper on Tricycle that might shed some insight: "Faith must ripen through uncertainty and doubt. It must open us to something larger than our concepts, for these arise from within the limits of the self. Faith must, in the end, leave room for mystery." My ego prefers certainty, not doubt or mystery. It likes me to stick to certain roles and labels: good daughter, good wife, good mother, good friend. The kingfisher beside the water is a hint I'll be required to dive deeper. Inanna, Sumerian Queen of Heaven, discovered her shadow side in the Underworld.
She was all that I am not
All that I have hidden
All that I have buried
She is what I have denied.
Inanna encourages me to embrace my whole self without regard to labels. It doesn't mean I need to run through the streets like a crazed, angry woman. Instead, I can acknowledge all my inner parts and see what is useful in them. What I try so hard to repress may be what can help me heal and bring me hope.