Re-Member Yourself: A Note From Kirsten + A Poem About Holding Obscurity

Returning to Presence

We are here. Here we are.

Sometimes I forget to look up, to breathe consciously, to open to the life on the inside and the outside. I’ve been setting three alarms a day to pause and come back to my wish to act from what is most awake within me.

I look into the eyes of my son’s dog, gaze into my own eyes in the mirror, or imaginatively picture the eyes of a loved one looking at me — someone presently living on Earth or one still alive in my heart (like my friend Ryan, sitting on a log in the photo above).

There is a new poem below. Breathe with it, if you want to.

Listen for a word or phrase that draws your attention. Tuck it into your pocket or transcribe it in a journal. Let it unfold.

May you be warm and well,
Kirsten

Drench Yourself Anew

When obscurity rises, and
you cannot see where to step next,
your gaze turns ever-so-slightly outward.
Oh, how humbling it is to be human!

You tucked a wish
into the time beyond time; now
the entire surface of your
magnetic heart
is covered in paperclips.

You left breadcrumbs methodically,
vowing never to get lost again.
Can you decipher love notes
written in your own hand?

Nothing can fall out of Love.
What you fear is lost
still hovers nearby,
waiting for an opening.

Do not strain toward clarity
in this top-heavy state.
You will be carried...
past delineation, over deliberation,
into the knowing beyond knowing.

LISTEN TO THE MUSIC!
RETURN.
RE-MEMBER YOURSELF.

Let the ancient, the emergent,
permeate your porous frame.
Every moment is teeming with help;
drench yourself anew.

PRESENCE + SPACE | WITNESS + WITH-NESS

My name is Kirsten. Come and journey with me in spacious accompaniment/spiritual direction. It is a place to attune to your inner experiences over time, a place to ask questions and excavate intuitions in the spacious presence of a fellow traveler. I meet clients online and in person on Vashon-Maury Island in WA.

Read More on the Soulspace Blog:

• Moving Through a Dark Night of the Soul: A Spiritual Director Holds Space for Obscurity

• What if losing one’s way from time to time is the way?

• He Wished to See the Teacher: A Poem and Collage to Listen With

• Being Human: Beautiful and Ominous