The Call I have heard it all my life, A voice calling a name I recognized as my own. Sometimes it comes as a soft-bellied whisper. Sometimes it holds an edge of urgency. But always it says: Wake up my love. You are walking asleep. There's no safety in that! Remember what you are and let this knowing take you home to the Beloved with every breath.
Hold tenderly who you are and let a deeper knowing colour the shape of your humanness. There is no where to go. What you are looking for is right here. Open the fist clenched in wanting and see what you already hold in your hand. There is no waiting for something to happen, no point in the future to get to.
All you have ever longed for is here in this moment, right now. You are wearing yourself out with all this searching. Come home and rest. How much longer can you live like this? Your hungry spirit is gaunt, your heart stumbles. All this trying. Give it up! Let yourself be one of the God-mad, faithful only to the Beauty you are. Let the Lover pull you to your feet and hold you close, dancing even when fear urges you to sit this one out.
Remember- there is one word you are here to say with your whole being. When it finds you, give your life to it. Don't be tight-lipped and stingy.
Spend yourself completely on the saying.
Be one word in this great love poem we are writing together.
-Oriah Mountain Dreamer, from the book The Call
I can’t tell you exactly when I started the journey, when I heard the call. As far as I know I have always heard a soft whisper calling me forward. Maybe we all do. Maybe some of us choose to listen and follow and some of us can't for various reasons. There was always some part of me that wanted something different, that wanted something more but I couldn’t always tell you what that something more was. Maybe it was the part of my DNA that held the dreams and the prayers of the slaves. The part of me that knows that my journey to freedom requires learning more about forgiveness and reconciliation.
Maybe I can't tell you when because I continually hear the call. Sometimes it's louder than other times but it's always there. It shows up in all kinds of ways. I often refer to the signs as my spiritual breadcrumbs.
Quanita
I know I've heard that whisper all my life as well. I've struggled to feel safe enough to turn myself to it. Now, finally, it feels like I am in the turning place. I am safe and the whisper has become a clarion call. I am grateful.