Anything that awakens your reverence will lead you to soul. Anyone who is acutely alive to the flow of life, who spills over with vitality and genuine responsiveness, will lead you there, too.
Oh dear, you have spared me a long, beautiful exercise: to write (or sing) how possible and exquisite it is to feel your soul pulsing through every moment. It’s my greatest love affair, perhaps made even sweeter by our decades-long separation. Trauma and dissociation are not unique. Still I’m so effing grateful for the persistence of that inner light that calls me back home through all the noise of a dysfunctional culture. Blessed be!
PS This essay is so gorgeous! Thank you for being You: soul-led and soul-fed, you nourish so many with universal source manna. More to come.
A friend once said that beauty exists within contrast and while I love your usual flowing poetic creative language, today’s post struck me with its clarity. Thank you for such beauty!
The poem is . . . I really have no words, but gratitude courses throughout my body after reading it aloud to my husband. We think it is a universal love poem encompassing eros, agape, storge, phileo. // The decision to 'know' our soul is a choice. Fourteen years ago, I had an epiphany about it and decided to believe, and with fits and starts, I tend to my own soul in such a way that it reflects my outward intentions in the world as I go forward alongside other people living out their soul's incarnation. I am not the same person today that I was back then because my soul decided to reveal itself to me. To contrast my experience the woman at the outset of today's column, she believes she is the "sum total of the influences in her life" and that she's "without an essential core." As I have struggled to identify my soul and nourish it and allow it to nourish me in return (it must have my permission) I've noticed that the conditioning we receive from others, the positive and negative and the mundane in-between, does condition our response to our soul's awakening. Collectively, they become an inhibition, food for a fattened ego, and consequently, these conditionings and influences become the source of our being and we miss the point of life. (Perhaps that was harsh? It is what I believe.) Honest inspection of these influences (but not persistent navel-gazing) with the intention of understanding our soul and living its incarnation fully has been both an overwhelming and beautiful experience. It has saved my life. I lost both of my children to accident and disease -- one I saw coming, the other I did not. I am not asking for sympathy, but rather to point out that loss and grief and hardship do provide portals for this life-affirming work. I am grateful to Rob for always providing guidance along my path.
The love poem to the soul was a heartfelt all embracing hug Rob. Thank you most sincerely. And much love and gratitude to you for the light you are shinning on us all. It is lighting the way and warming our hearts.
I am stuck by your many voices and intrigued. The voice of this piece is soothing and reassuring. It leads me into a much calmer and thoughtful place. I know that my soul and I need to go out and walk about in order to just be in the day. Thank you.
What an amazing piece you have written and shared with us, Rob. Yes, absolutely I believe we each have a soul, and also that animals do, too. I will take it to heart and ask about my soul during meditation. Thank you for the powerful article to stimulate my heart, mind, and soul.
Anything that awakens your reverence will lead you to soul. Anyone who is acutely alive to the flow of life, who spills over with vitality and genuine responsiveness, will lead you there, too.
Oh dear, you have spared me a long, beautiful exercise: to write (or sing) how possible and exquisite it is to feel your soul pulsing through every moment. It’s my greatest love affair, perhaps made even sweeter by our decades-long separation. Trauma and dissociation are not unique. Still I’m so effing grateful for the persistence of that inner light that calls me back home through all the noise of a dysfunctional culture. Blessed be!
PS This essay is so gorgeous! Thank you for being You: soul-led and soul-fed, you nourish so many with universal source manna. More to come.
Thank you, Poet! This, all of this, was sublime and encouraging! 🌟
And all the people said AMEN! We got this. Thank you - as ever - for the reminders & direction, Rob.
I love your description of the soul. It feels to me that it is the whole of the universe living inside me.
Yes! A spinning cosmos
Thank you, as always, for your powerful healing love energy and your way with words.
A friend once said that beauty exists within contrast and while I love your usual flowing poetic creative language, today’s post struck me with its clarity. Thank you for such beauty!
✨💛✨ thank you for your beautiful words.
The poem is . . . I really have no words, but gratitude courses throughout my body after reading it aloud to my husband. We think it is a universal love poem encompassing eros, agape, storge, phileo. // The decision to 'know' our soul is a choice. Fourteen years ago, I had an epiphany about it and decided to believe, and with fits and starts, I tend to my own soul in such a way that it reflects my outward intentions in the world as I go forward alongside other people living out their soul's incarnation. I am not the same person today that I was back then because my soul decided to reveal itself to me. To contrast my experience the woman at the outset of today's column, she believes she is the "sum total of the influences in her life" and that she's "without an essential core." As I have struggled to identify my soul and nourish it and allow it to nourish me in return (it must have my permission) I've noticed that the conditioning we receive from others, the positive and negative and the mundane in-between, does condition our response to our soul's awakening. Collectively, they become an inhibition, food for a fattened ego, and consequently, these conditionings and influences become the source of our being and we miss the point of life. (Perhaps that was harsh? It is what I believe.) Honest inspection of these influences (but not persistent navel-gazing) with the intention of understanding our soul and living its incarnation fully has been both an overwhelming and beautiful experience. It has saved my life. I lost both of my children to accident and disease -- one I saw coming, the other I did not. I am not asking for sympathy, but rather to point out that loss and grief and hardship do provide portals for this life-affirming work. I am grateful to Rob for always providing guidance along my path.
Yessssss. To all of this!! 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼
The love poem to the soul was a heartfelt all embracing hug Rob. Thank you most sincerely. And much love and gratitude to you for the light you are shinning on us all. It is lighting the way and warming our hearts.
I am stuck by your many voices and intrigued. The voice of this piece is soothing and reassuring. It leads me into a much calmer and thoughtful place. I know that my soul and I need to go out and walk about in order to just be in the day. Thank you.
Thank you for these insights and questions! Topics for journaling and study in these days of new awakenings. 💜
What an amazing piece you have written and shared with us, Rob. Yes, absolutely I believe we each have a soul, and also that animals do, too. I will take it to heart and ask about my soul during meditation. Thank you for the powerful article to stimulate my heart, mind, and soul.
Rob, thankful for your deep soul’s expression in this post, especially the passion filled poem.
My soul felt so seen & known by yours, when you mention driftwood and spider silk threads, pure beauty & passion of nature.
I too loved reading Leo ♌️ wisdom & confirmation for my writing on here. DimensionalSelf
What a gem, this newsletter! I have shared it because I found so poetically profound. Many thanks!
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