I'm amazed at the clarity of your perception of this entire process and just as much at your delicate mastery of powerful words. Thank you Imogen. 🙏🏼♥️
My experience of grief seems the closest I have come to what you describe and focusing on Presence the most helpful response. But here you are talking about no agency whatsoever. Truly terrifying.
Yeah…. truly terrifying to the part of us that needs to remain in control. And yet what I've found is that the actual experience of surrender, when it finally comes, is nothing like the terror that preceded it. The terror belongs to the separate self, the one who believes it will be annihilated if it loses its grip. What meets you on the other side is something closer to a sense of coming home.
"There is a deeper gravity than the ambition of becoming."
It seems to me there is something similar, an older memory than the memory of any thing, the unforgettable memory of letting go. It patiently waits until distractions subside.
"An older memory than the memory of any thing." Totally! Something in us already knows the terrain intimately, sometimes without even realising it… which is perhaps why the descent, when it comes, feels less like annihilation and more like recognition or remembrance. Thank you for your thoughtful comment. 🙏
Thank you, that is reassuring.
I'm amazed at the clarity of your perception of this entire process and just as much at your delicate mastery of powerful words. Thank you Imogen. 🙏🏼♥️
Thank you Pierre, that means a great deal. 🙏
My experience of grief seems the closest I have come to what you describe and focusing on Presence the most helpful response. But here you are talking about no agency whatsoever. Truly terrifying.
Yeah…. truly terrifying to the part of us that needs to remain in control. And yet what I've found is that the actual experience of surrender, when it finally comes, is nothing like the terror that preceded it. The terror belongs to the separate self, the one who believes it will be annihilated if it loses its grip. What meets you on the other side is something closer to a sense of coming home.
"There is a deeper gravity than the ambition of becoming."
It seems to me there is something similar, an older memory than the memory of any thing, the unforgettable memory of letting go. It patiently waits until distractions subside.
"An older memory than the memory of any thing." Totally! Something in us already knows the terrain intimately, sometimes without even realising it… which is perhaps why the descent, when it comes, feels less like annihilation and more like recognition or remembrance. Thank you for your thoughtful comment. 🙏
Beautiful
Thank you Mairead 💜
Wow! I know words can never touch the ultimate truth but you do a very good job of pointing within the limitations of language. Amazing post
Thank you Travis. I was amazed by this one reading it back too... somehow the moment was ripe to capture that which has eluded me before. 🙏