Attending the Call of Mystery
A reflection on the ineffable, the part of ourselves we're always leaning toward
Lately I've been thinking about mystery – about that ineffable part of ourselves that on some level we're always leaning toward, always seeking to unravel, always aware of. That deep invisible well.
Not all the time, certainly. The days can pass, filled with paper clips or soup stock, laden with tangled bramble or needy hands—the whole of the world seemingly at our doorstep.
Yet, in between the moments – in the curl of the soon scarlet leaf, in the space between the wool stitches, in the pause as we turn toward the moonlight - the mystery whispers, calling us deeper. Beckoning us deeper into our relationship with ourselves and our path, more profoundly into an unfolding and recognition of our gifts to be shared with others.
It calls us — a yearning for becoming.
That which we sense in those moments is the real possibility of coming into ourselves, of coming into the soft light and hearth of home.
Once we glimpse what awaits, we have a choice. To close our eyes, to root in and stay near where we think we know — or to give in to the mystery and orient ourselves toward the walk home, leaving ourselves open wide to all that is possible.
May you slip into the in-between moments, into the silence, and attend what calls you.