On grief and eros

The last few years cracked me open to a lot that had been waiting for me in the wings, mainly the soul of the world, and how it is interlinked with my own soul.

And how I can be both whole and broken, 

And how the world can be both whole and broken. 

I had to take up an apprenticeship with grief. Not because I was a novice to experiencing loss and profound heartache, but because the immensity of the grief that my heart cracked open to, that extended beyond my own little life, needed a much wider holding field than I had ever resourced myself in before. 

I also saw instantly how when I wasn’t allowing the grief safe passage through my system, my eros, my turn-on, my aliveness would shut down, and I realised that severed from my eros I was also severed from my connection to God, the beloved, Mystery, spirit.

I finally understood the yearning of the mystics that always expressed itself so much in the erotic. And I saw how grief and love, grief and eros, are interlinked, how they need each other to be themselves.

How both is an expression of holy aliveness, and how numbing either will suppress the other.

This is why, in the upcoming apprenticeship of devotion THIS HOLY LIFE, we will dive deep into both grief tending, grief rituals and holy eros, our most fundamental life force, as central keystones of spiritual practice and devotional living.

With devotion,

xR