Our Most Vital Relationship
The healthiest relationships will be between people who honor this in themselves and in each other.
The way I think about it:
We come into and leave this world accompanied by our souls. While here, one of our tasks is to maintain our connection to that inner wisdom, which guides and nourishes us in a world that otherwise can feel harsh and cold. Our soul doesn’t judge us or try to fix us. It doesn’t need us to be more or do more. Its unconditional love is akin to an adoring dog who only wants us to stop, be present, and see what it sees.
The challenge is the neuronal wiring we develop from cultural inputs that discount this vital relationship with ourselves. We’re trained to project onto others our strengths and even our shadow. We find ourselves disappointed when others can’t carry that weight of our expectations.
If this most vital relationship is neglected, our human connections suffer. Our relationships may feel shallow or intense and dramatic. We’ll resent and blame others unconsciously for losing ourselves. Unaddressed, this comes out in the form of hurting others, or it gets repressed and fuels addiction, a range of symptoms, and chronic health conditions.
Instead of rom-coms about finding the perfect person and living happily ever after, we need more stories about people falling in love with themselves. “I complete me.” The healthiest relationships are between people who honor this need in themselves and each other.
Below is a blessing I print and include in birthday cards to those I love. To me, it speaks to the soul. This week, I share it with myself and with you - in honor of your arrival.
Birthday Blessing
by John O’Donohue (late Irish poet and, I would say, mystic)
If you’d like to hear his lovely voice reading this, listen here at 8:15
“Blessed be the mind that dreamed the day
The blueprint of your life
Would begin to glow on earth,
Illuminating all the faces and voices
That would arrive to invite
Your soul to growth.
Praised be your father and mother,
Who loved you before you were,
And trusted to call you here
With no idea who you would be.
Blessed be those who have loved you
Into becoming who you were meant to be,
Blessed be those who have crossed your life
With dark gifts of hurt and loss
That have helped to school your mind
In the art of disappointment.
When desolation surrounded you,
Blessed be those who looked for you
And found you, their kind hands
Urgent to open a blue window
In the gray wall formed around you.
Blessed be the gifts you never notice,
Your health, eyes to behold the world,
Thoughts to countenance the unknown,
Memory to harvest vanished days,
Your heart to feel the world's waves,
Your breath to breathe the nourishment
Of distance made intimate by earth.
On this echoing-day of your birth,
May you open the gift of solitude
In order to receive your soul;
Enter the generosity of silence
To hear your hidden heart;
Know the serenity of stillness
To be enfolded anew
By the miracle of your being.”
Wishing you peace in your own solititude, silence and stillness,
Working on a story that is modern and realistic, and an unlikely hero's journey, for this very reason. Many of us never realize that other people, external things, are not the answer.
So many of us believe that romance will fix us. We want our partner to be a spouse, lover, best friend, accountant, therapist, and for them to play the 14 other roles included in a healthy community. It takes a village. Find a tribe and relieve the pressure of expecting one person to do the jobs of dozens.
Thank you so much courtney, this is perfect timing. Today is the 5th month since my husband passed. It's a really challenging time on so many levels. We were truly soulmates. And now the task is to find that within me as you say. He will always be with me and I am complete even though he's gone physically.
I did a workshop with John O'Donoghue many moons ago. He was an exceedingly special soul. The Roman Catholic Church couldn't handle the size, wisdom and mysticism of his soul.
Thank goodness he found a way to share his Revelations with us through poetry and books.
From my soul to yours, Margo