The Way In
Sometimes the way to milk and honey is through the body.
Sometimes the way in is a song.
But there are three ways in the world: dangerous, wounding,
and beauty.
To enter stone, be water.
To rise through hard earth, be plant
desiring sunlight, believing in water.
To enter fire, be dry.
To enter life, be food.
- Linda Hogan
I love this small poem. I love the acknowledgment that" wounding " is as much a way into the center as beauty . What has wounded and betrayed me most in recent years has also become my greatest teacher and gift. How do we let our lives be food, then? There is a saying that a life well lived is food for the gods. What food do we offer on a daily basis to these invisible mysterious forces?
How do we BE the very element that is needed to take us further into the fire of our lives and be spent, be used well by our lives?
Big questions, and I always love how the poets give voice to creative answers for the unanswerable!
