Let’s Talk Fierce Grace

Most of us are quite familiar with, not only the concept, but its manifestations in our lives. “Well, Kali really pulled the rug out with that one!” or “That was an all or nothing kind of shift!”

The world is in an all-or-nothing kind of shift… only the ‘nothing’ isn’t playing this time around. We are shifting. We will shift, ready or not. This is like Space Mountain. Some of you may never have visited one of the Disney Parks. Space Mountain is a roller coaster, inside a mountain-like building, entirely in the dark. Dark, that is, with the exception of galactic graphics projected here and there onto the inner walls.

The first time one experiences Space Mountain, the body’s compulsion to brace and hold on tight can be overwhelming. After a few repeats, and the long queues while waiting to process the journey, one can relax, sit back, and let body enjoy the ride. Quite an amazing experience, a bit like leaving the body and whizzing off to wherever one imagines might be waiting.

This is not our first time. And yet, it is, for all of us. Moving with a materialized body, through transition conduit after transition conduit, experiencing the body’s confusion and, perhaps, distress at its sudden freedom, we can be lured into forgetting how to ground.

Nature has no such confusion. The newly-emerged violets in the garden have spread to twice their geography from years past, anchoring in. Only a month ago, their territory was blanketed with snow. They took notice, drank deep, and have emerged, glorious, from sleep, their sweet and delicate scent permeating one corner of the little garden we tend.

Frost took the crocuses, then the daffodils, and, perhaps soon, the crab apple blossoms, small and fluffy and sweet in their own right. It may not be frost, though, but high winds that remove this fragile beauty from the trees. This morning’s stillness holds the seeds of this evening’s gales. One can feel a rising turbulence within the breeze. Or, will that happen?

How accustomed are we to imagining the worst case scenario? Last year we had peaches, small and luscious, and so many that they had to be consumed quickly and constantly even as ravaging wildlife took their share. The year before brought a late frost, nipping the peach harvest in the bud. Does nature call it so? Perhaps the tree needed a rest. Perhaps it needed time to grow. This year’s buds still wait, but only nature knows best.

Nature is an embodiment of fierce grace. She has always been so.

What is she showing us, teaching us, telling us, about that on which we depend? All things are transitory, and we among them.

Each time I have invited Fierce Grace into my heart, I have been corrected. That invitation is not in my gift. It is not my brief. Fierce Grace calls us when she will. And, when we surrender into that invitation, flowing gladly with Her currents, the tides turn us as they will. This is as things need to be.

When Kali lops off a slice of ego, Durga takes the head from an inner demon, or Sekhmet mauls our silly pride, the transition is easier when we do not fight and do not hide.

Fierce Grace is the gift that pries open our eyes and hearts, and, later, if we are willing, our minds and lives. She is the All. There is no polarized either/or. There is no nothing, though its grasp seems on the rise.

Whatever the challenge of these times, remember that you are the stuff of dreams and of Grace. What do you yearn to experience? Do so, right now. Whatever you yearn for lies through the portal of the heart. Whatever you wish would change, begins within you.

Someone mentioned to me, yesterday, that she had had “enough” of shamanic death. Source answered her, “You might want to get over that…” The Great Waves are upon us and there is no way but to flow along with them. There is no ‘out,’ only through.

When the urge to resist and hold out comes over you, relax. Sink deeply into the light that you are. Let it cherish your every particle. There is no shame or blame in letting go of a dying world, an obsolete cycle, or any of its friends and relations. Our bodies are going through what they are going through. “Thank you that I receive exactly what is optimal in every moment.” No expectations, no projections. No insistence upon being something we are not and never were. Only false pride made it so.

You are this Grace. It is part of you. Source is making introductions. Remember your manners!

Fierce Grace takes no prisoners, nor will she be denied. As another friend often mentions, “Let the Wookie win.” You will be glad you did so.