Midwife for the Soul
Sometimes a primordial longing emerges from deep within, being the result of unanswered questions that arise when observing the beautiful chaos all around me, that of human life unfolding. I have been seeking clarification of my own sacred purpose, a question that can only be thrown into the light and surrendered to.
But, although the answer to my question has danced tantalizingly behind the veil just beyond my reach, I have always had a deep knowing that there is purpose to my life, a life that seems to have developed quite willingly into one of service to others
The way has sometimes been lonely and there were many times I felt that I just didn’t fit in, although, there was a knowing that I am a piece of the holy cosmic puzzle. But then there are sacred moments of a deep soul connection with another. Moments, when in conversation or holding space for another, and I can humbly offer small glimpses of light, balm for the soul, and it is in the giving that I also receive. Those moments, where a portal opens and I sense an awakening in another, are the moments where I see where my piece of the puzzle fits in, my reason for being.
Today the answer presented itself or perhaps, part of the answer did. The veil parted and I saw my path quite simply as that which I have already become, that place to which I have already arrived. All I needed to do was to claim it, to own it, to walk it and to trust that all will unfold as it is meant to.
As my mother’s life of service was that of a nurse and midwife for human birth, I realized with absolute clarity, that I am a midwife for the soul. Today, this name I heard calling to me and I accepted its invitation and welcomed it in like an honored guest, Midwife for the soul.
Repeatedly, people are most open to asking deeper questions when they have literally been bought onto their vulnerable human knees. Usually this is when they are in the arms of despair facing death, illness or during periods of fragility of the mind. These seem to be the times when they are seeking answers, seeking light or needing to reshape their destiny. They have a yearning to be heard on a level that their day to day human existence doesn’t touch on or satisfy.
With deep gratitude for each connection, I have seen people blossom, their heart and souls opening and light pouring into their eyes. I have seen transformation and growth and watched them become braver. I have sensed them tentatively and trustingly take steps onto higher ground and walk a little lighter on this sacred earth.
And yet, as much as one question is answered for me, another arises. Why is it that part of the human condition is to wait until we are on our knees before seeking sacred meaning to life, before allowing ourselves to drink from a deeper source?
There is a beautiful quote by bohemian Austrian poet Rainer Maria Rilke that sooths my questioning mind and allows me to love the question itself:
“Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.”
And so it is. ♥