The Call To Adventure – Time To Be Taken By The Soul’s Journey

The Call To Adventure – Time To Be Taken By The Soul’s Journey

The Call to Adventure: When The Time Comes To Be Taken By The Soul’s Journey by Michael Mervosh   One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice- though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles. “Mend my life!” each voice cried. But you didn’t stop. You knew what you had to do, though the wind pried with its stiff fingers at the very foundations- though their melancholy was terrible.   It was already late enough, and a wild night, and the road full of fallen branches and stones. But little by little, as you left their voices behind, the stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds, and there was a new voice, which you slowly recognized as your own, that kept you company as you strode deeper and deeper into the world, determined to do the only thing you could do- determined to save the only life you could save. – Mary Oliver    Joseph Campbell said that in the Western world we have both the freedom and the obligation of finding out what our destiny is. How do we discover how to live our own particular personal myth, while at the same time living in the midst of the mundane things of our everyday world? How can we ever learn to bring a deeper awareness to matters that lie beyond all the things of this world that pre-occupy us, and demand our immediate attention? How do we find the space and time to take...

Now Give Me Your Hand

  Now Give Me Your Hand: A Reflection On Our Origins   God speaks to each of us as he makes us, then walks with us silently out of the night. These are the words we dimly hear: You, sent out beyond your recall, go to the limits of your longing. Embody me. Flare up like flame and make big shadows I can move in. Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror. Just keep going. No feeling is final. Don’t let yourself lose me. Nearby is the country they call life. You will know it by its seriousness. Give me your hand. –  Rilke This essay is anchored by an inspired poem from the lyrically intense Austrian poet from the early 20th century, Rainer Maria Rilke. His writing style ever widens my eyes, and his verse continues to deepen my understanding of what it means to truly awaken – so reading this particular poem always sends a shudder of recognition through me.  This poem also serves as a sentinel, stopping me from my half-hearted ways, interrupting any tendencies to pursue lifeless endeavors. How did the ‘I’ that I am come to be? From where is the precise nature of my origins? I realize I will never know for sure where I have come from, at least while I am here in this world. But when I think about my own present incarnation having come forth like this poem suggests, it changes the lens that I look through, and gives me new reflections on my life. Now – how can this prayer of a poem help reshape the narrative...