Grief as a Portal for Awakening

This past weekend I was fortunate to land on the warm dusty soil of the Unahsay Sanctuary in Abiquiu to hear Bayo Akomolafe speak. Beautiful beings gathered to drop through walls that keep the collective grief of the world at arm’s length and instead fell deeply into the thick swirls of heartbreak. Holding space for all to meet ourselves in each other.

This is what came following the gathering.

Grief is a Portal to Awakening - by Margot Lynn Gedert (substack.com)

Grief is a portal to awakening

Grief is a portal, a vortex pulling down and in, away from the known and predictable, the linear, the firm.

Grief is a portal, a beckoning, an opening down and through the crispy layers of protection, the solid stone and jagged edges that have kept the brokenness of the world at bay until, through grace, the brokenness is revealed as not safely something separate, over there, other.

Grief is a portal of awakening, a call deeply into the pain and broken openness of your own heart. Into the pain and broken openness of the heart of the whole world.

Grief is a portal, an invitation to swim through the trance of separation, through the trance of apparent solidity with edges, firmness and certainty. Knowing future and safety.

Grief is a portal where all is stripped away leaving the nakedness of flesh, unknowing of pure essence.

Grief is a portal into the space within and between thoughts and beliefs, between past and future, between I and other. A portal through the veil of imagined permanence, a portal into the space within and between color and tone, vibrations of skin cells and heartbeat. Within and between shadows cast by pinon pines and ponderosas.  Within and between the hot earth of midsummer and cool midnight sky holding galaxies upon galaxies.

Grief is a portal through the illusory boundaries of form and time, dropping, sinking, dissolving any crystallization of someoneness, separateness. Dissolving even the play of birth and death, here and gone, I and other, so that all that remains is the blinding light of impermanence that shines through all form, all time, all someoneness and separateness.

All that remains is nameless, unnameable. What was never born and can never die. Endless spacious light untouched, untouchable. Unmoving, unmovable.

Grief is a portal, a gateway to rest as the true Self that bears all loss, all heartbreak that comes with playing this game of human incarnation.

Grief is a portal of awakening.