...to be understood, to be more than pure light..................

There was only one night to dance between travels 

 although feeling exhausted

the dance called to me

 I write now, even more exhausted

yet the dance last night was rich 

 necessary.

To dance my emotions 

 the best way to move through my life.

Learning how to be present to something 

to someone that hurts.

To be able to stop questioning why

someone would want to hurt you

Love should not hurt. 

Learning to lean into

 when being pushed away.

To let pain pass through 

without it taking up residence in your being

To allow the hurt and the memories to melt away 

 To not let them be absorbed into your soul.

Letting go of expectations, needs, longings. 

To remain pure.

To be understood.

To be more than pure light.

......Scars remind us where we have been,

they don't have to dictate where we are going.......

POEM

"The spirit
  likes to dress up like this:
    ten fingers, 
      ten toes,

shoulders, and all the rest
  at night
    in the black branches,
      in the morning

in the blue branches
  of the world.
    It could float, of course,
      but would rather

plumb rough matter.
  Airy and shapeless thing,
    it needs 
      the metaphor of the body,

lime and appetite,
  the oceanic fluids;
    it needs the body's world,
      instinct

and imagination
  and the dark hug of time,
    sweetness
      and tangibility,

to be understood,
  to be more than pure light
    that burns
      where no one is --

so it enters us --
  in the morning
    shines from brute comfort
      like a stitch of lightning;

and at night
  lights up the deep and wondrous
    drownings of the body
      like a star."

by Mary Oliver, from Dream Work