© Jo Hewitt THE TEAL MANGO, 2012
There you are; you are there. You are born buck naked and blatantly bare.
Almost as soon as you are born, the remnants of your sheath from the womb are removed, wiped away, and you are wrapped in a new protective layer for this world. At first a blanket to keep you warm, then clothing that does more than physically protect. It begins to define you, define you and guide you, beyond pink or blue.
Later, you need more for protection-an attitude, a gimmick, a look-from far more complex things. You create versions of you- varied personas to protect you from stressful people, jobs, events. You may wear different “you-s”, but don’t lose sight of the person under the facade. Be true to the real you.
Spin Your Yarn
Spin, spin-truth or lies?
Weave a sheath to hide beneath,
From yourself disguised.
Spinning by Henrietta Rae
..."© Jo Hewitt THE TEAL MANGO, 2012
To find and live in the harmony of authentic love-is that the ultimate goal? How many of us have not taken up the quest, at some point or other in our lives to find the perfect love and love relationship with another, or our own soul, or the unknowable itself. Perhaps whether we recognize it or not, we are probably on at least one of those paths at any given time in our lives -or even all three. Though the paths may appear to be different, in love there is a convergence; ultimately love is one.
How much time and how much of our resources does any of us spend in search of our one true love in this life? How many times have we thought we found love in and with another, but later experienced a heart wrenching betrayal. The wailing pain of the heart can be excruciating and the scars long lived and deep. How could any one hurt another so?
Do we remember to give our own soul the same love and attention, the care and nurturing that it needs? Do we give it as least as much as had been spent on those temporal relationships? Are we true to our souls? Or do they wail in an eternal night from broken hearts and betrayal?
And is there an ultimate betrayal? Have we been negligent in the search for and love for and with the essence of and beyond the soul? Is there an essential wailing in the universe of creation? “…Many a dawn hath the breeze of My loving-kindness wafted over thee and found thee upon the bed of heedlessness fast asleep. Bewailing then thy plight it returned whence it came. ”
Authentic love, true love-are we the betrayed or the betrayers? Are our words in harmony with our deeds and our being? Ah, the heart and the paths of love…
The Heart Beat.
You said you love me.
Yet your heart beat talks and walks
With another’s words.
Severine by Louis Weldon Hawkins