Blessing the Threshold

Today, as in these past weeks, I am working on myself. Today I am working on Receiving.

It feels shameful to me, sometimes, that I myself, in the midst of so much privilege, that I am working on myself, learning to open up, opening my heart ever-wider to receive blessings.

And yet, it’s true.

As I sink into my blessings ever deeper, I have faith. Faith in the process, that I am shining light on my shadows within, so that the shadows are not projecting onto others in reaction to hurt or pain that I didn’t realize were there.

This is my plan. So that I can be of service more effectively. Less unknown shadows. More light. In service to others.
❤️

This was the poem our teacher Heather Plett spoke two times to open our Holding Space For Ourselves session a few days ago. Beautiful.

BLESSING THE THRESHOLD
by Jan Richardson

This blessing
has been waiting for you
for a long time.

While you have been
making your way here,
this blessing has been
gathering itself,
making ready,
biding its time,
praying.

This blessing has been
polishing the door,
oiling the hinges,
sweeping the steps,
lighting candles
in the windows.

This blessing has been
setting the table
as it hums a tune
from an old song
it knows,
something about
a spiraling road
and bread
and grace.

All this time
it has kept an eye
on the horizon,
watching,
keeping vigil,
hardly aware of how
it was leaning itself
in your direction.

And now that
you are here,
this blessing
can hardly believe
its good fortune
that you have finally arrived,
that it can drop everything
at last
to fling its arms wide
to you, crying
welcome,
welcome,
welcome.

~ Jan Richardson
Image: “Heart Coming Home” © Jan Richardson

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