There’s a certain longing that appears in the middle of the process of death and rebirth, but the object of that longing is not always clear and is of the mystery. The vastness of the Other looms in personal and collective networks. All the old reference points are washed away, dissolved, and made to dust. A cleansing deep in the subtle body. Emptied out, with nothing yet to take its place. Just a shimmering, and a periodic glimpse of the scintilla, the pieces of light. And so it goes on the path of the heart… Of course, it’s natural to want to escape the shakiness, claustrophobia, and not-knowing. It aches there, as it is the ground of the unlived life. At the same time, another potential pathway appears: to stay with the uncertainty, turn all the way into the tenderness, attune to the imaginal, and to the wisdom of the feeling body. There is data and information here that is only available in times when the psychic quo is being tenderized and dismantled. A door swings open that is usually closed or hidden behind the veil. There are letters and engravings on that door that can only be deciphered by you. It’s not a collective door, but one that has emerged unique to your own soul print. The script on that door is written in the letters of grief. The passing of an old dream – me and my life and how it was all going to turn out, supposed to turn out. There is no rebirth without an embodied tending to the unlived, the ancestral, and the figures of grief who dance and spin and twirl within us, come not to harm or take us down – not as an obstacle on our path, but as the very path itself.Learn more about Matt’s ongoing Spirituality & Healing online group and communityMatt’s YouTube pageLearn more about Matt’s summer in-person retreat (with Jeff Foster)