An Introduction to a Recent Sitting
In this journey of endless awakenings, there is always a deeper revelation of who we are here to be that is waiting to be discovered. Accessing this deeper revelation is often a matter of how self-revealing we are willing to be.
Jumping into the river of honesty and self-disclosure usually feels pretty hazardous and unpredictable. It has rapids and even waterfalls but that dangerous river of vulnerability is also the river of atonement. By “atonement” I don’t mean penance or expiation. I mean “at-one-ment” “at one moment” for a moment to be “at one,” whole and congruent. It is also a river of comfort and confidence in their original meanings of “with strength” and “with fidelity” or with faithfulness.
To me, the growth of fervent, impassioned wakefulness is intimately tied to the willingness to be deeply seen. It’s like a yoga class where everyone from the very limber to the very stiff all have an edge of stretching that they can explore.
Stefani Germanata is a young woman who very much loves her family; her parents and her grand parents. In the 1930’s when her grandfather was courting her grandmother there was no such thing as living together for self-respecting families. So, her grandfather would park his car outside her parent’s apartment and sleep there because he wanted to be near her. A little over half a century later as he lay on his deathbed, Strefani wrote a song about her poignant feelings in the moment of his passing.
(singing)
I’m on the edge of glory
and I’m hanging on this moment of truth
out on the edge of glory
and I’m hanging on a moment with you
I’m on the edge
the edge
the edge
the edge
the edge
the edge
I’m on the edge of glory
and I’m hanging on this moment with you
My prayer for this sitting is that each and all present will find a way to cooperate with their future self that is struggling to be born, to breathe into the labor pains of this delivery, to hang on that glorious edge and allow this deeper revelation of themselves to occur in this very room. Yes, may it be so.
© Steve Boggs February 2012