>From Thickets to Daisies

>At age 5, we were given a grey and white cat and I named her Daisy.  At age 25 a cousin bought me a glass container displaying painted daisies, because she said daisies remind her of me.  When asked my favorite flower, I say daisies.  When I put together a short film, daisies were my prop. When I was looking for a field of daisies to use in the movie, I did not find one on time, but the following week I went on retreat and found fields of daisies everywhere. 

Every flower has a meaning, and the daisy means childhood innocence and purity.  The daisy is my my personal symbol to keep my spiritual eye on what is real and pure inside of me.  Often what is real and pure seems to go unnoticed, as if it is no longer there.  It goes denied and ignored, and no longer seems present. It is easy to see where it is not present. I see teenagers today who are ‘tough’.  I see adults today who are ‘programmed’ and aloof.  Forgotten, but not gone. Never, ever gone.
Several years ago I attended a class. I forget the subject, but the woman who taught began the class by going around the room doing “readings.”  I can’t remember if I raised my hand, but somehow her attention turned toward me.  She said, “You are almost there.  You just have some more thickets to get through, but you are almost there.”  I knew exactly what she was talking about- the work of understanding and the de-cluttering of the effects of my upbringing.  
Some say this work is never done.  I say I don’t know, but I hope and I trust when ALL is said and done we will be left with only what is of the most pure, the most real.  Until this time, we have plenty of ‘work’ to do.  
The work of the soul is of the most importance.  Without it we suffer in needless ways, which isn’t to say we don’t suffer when we work in this way, but the suffering is different from the suffering in which when we don’t work in this way.  
Let me share a passage with you from a book I just finished reading. It is called Theosophy:  The Path of the Mystic, written by Katherine Tingley:
“How wonderfully farseeing was that old teacher of bygone days who left us this injunction:  Man, Know Thyself!   That is the key to the whole situation.  Let man take the first step boldly in honest self-examination, with a daring that stops before nothing that may impede his path, and he will find very soon that he has the key to wisdom and to the power which redeems.  Discovered through his own efforts, by the law of self-directed evolution, this key will open before him the chambers of the self.
For when a man has the courage to analyze himself- his purposes, his motives, his very life; when he dares to compare the wrong things in his life with the right ones……”

This is the work.  Know thyself.  Opening the chambers of the soul. Discovering and uncovering what is there. What takes up space. What moves us.  What holds us.  What molds us into being. Into wakefulness. Into sleep.  What.  Who are we.  Who are you?
There are thickets within us.  They are thick. They are complex.  They are dark.  They are prickly.  They can entangle and snare us for many moons, but beneath all of this is wisdom. Is depth. Is sunlight. Is hope. Is freedom.  Is desire. Is strength. Is wholeness. Is purity and simplicity once more. 
We must consciously choose to know thyself.  We must. We have to.  We must get through the thickets and thorns and heavy bush, and come alive once more.  Let me leave with you another passage from The Path of the Mystic:

“…we are every being challenged- challenged by the better side of our natures to stand face to face with our selves, to reach out in recognition to the divinity within. For this divinity, this knower, this spiritual companion, is ever pleading to be listened to, ever waiting to be recognized, ever ready to help and serve that it may bring the whole nature of man to its standard of godlike perfection.”

Oh to express the way of our nature with such eloquence and clarity as this.  I can only hope to do so one day.


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