Welcoming joy and sadness during the holidays
BY DANIELA HESS
May we become continuously more fluid in our abilities to welcome In both the Joy&Sadness. For many the holidays are Joyful, and for some who are experiencing grief and loss and the pain of the absence of a loved one, this can be an exponentially painful time of year. 🙏🎄 Consider reaching out to anyone you know who might be uplifted to hear from you, and acknowledge the pain they might be feeling. Your Presence is both your power and your gift...
The Joy of Sadness
by Jeff Foster
Your sadness doesn’t say, 'Please fix me, heal me, or release me'.
It doesn’t say, 'Please get rid of me, numb yourself to me, pretend I’m not here'.
It certainly doesn’t say, 'Please get enlightened so I can die!'
Sadness does not come to punish you, or reveal to you what a ‘spiritual failure’ you are.
Sadness is not a sign that you are unevolved or far from healing, awakening, enlightenment, even peace.
The presence of sadness is not an indication that you’ve done something wrong.
Sadness only whispers, 'May I come in? I am tired, I long for rest'
And you reply, 'But sadness, I don’t know how to allow you in!'
And sadness replies, 'It’s okay. You don’t need to know. I’m already in'.
And we bow to sadness then, we recognise how it’s already allowed in, how there’s enough room in us for sadness, how we are not ‘the sad one’, not contained within sadness, but the room for sadness, its space, its home, its salvation, its loving embrace; not as a goal, but as our nature – consciousness itself, already free.
Don’t heal yourself from sadness; let sadness heal you.
Let it show you the way when you have forgotten.
Let it reveal to you the mysteries of love.
Let it remind you of your vast heart, your refusal to split off from any part of your ancient Self, that bigger Happiness you danced when you were young.
Your pain, your sorrow, your doubts, your longings,
your fearful thoughts: they are not mistakes,
and they aren’t asking to be ‘healed’.
They are asking to be held. Here, now, lightly, in the loving, healing arms of present awareness…
- Jeff Foster