This morning while already sitting for meditation I realized that I had not lit my candle. Then inside the little voice said, “You are the candle.”
A candle that can shed light when burning, as it grows smaller each day, until nothing remains. A beautiful and poignant message of what it is to inhabit the human form.
At this point I have burned through 77 trips around the sun. And still stumble daily in being as useful as a candle. My dear Sufi teacher often repeats that we are designed to be a lamp, a ladder, or a lifeboat for others. Jamal has such a lovely way of making me look inward and outward at the same time. Sweet metaphors for living a good and useful life.
For some time now my primary metaphor has been ‘the bridge’. At key moments I have somehow been available to be a bridge for others. Sometimes for close friends, or family, but most surprisingly in unexpected moments with strangers who just open up a window into their pain, grief, and confusion. Those moments have taught me some key things about what it means to be a bridge.
I am there to help someone cross from one place to the next. I must hold steady for that crossing, and when it is complete I must be content to be left behind.
Being left behind is the hard part for me. To let go. To continue my own crossings. Keep moving. Stay open. Be available to the next moment to be the light in some way for another.
— Helen