Storm of Grace

Back in 2009, I wrote a song called Storm of Grace. It was inspired at the time by something a dear friend said to me as I was navigating one of the most difficult periods of my life. He was trying to be helpful, but at the time the words just didn’t resonate or land for me. When I was anguishing in pain, he commented, “Ah, you are in a storm of grace”. What I know to be true, from my own experience, is that when we are smack dab in the middle of that storm, it is nearly impossible to see the grace. That takes some distance and some lessening of the pounding winds.

So, many years later, I wrote the song, as I then had the blessing of perspective that comes with time and distance. 

“ The storm of grace doesn’t feel like what you want

 But She knows it’s what you need.

 The lights go out, the walls press in,

 She is birthing your undoing

And your moans are Her moans, and your groans are Her groans,

Let Her birth you into the vastness of being ”

We have all experienced hardships, difficult times, heartbreak of one form or another. And they are never what we would choose! During those times, it may be all we can do to lash on to the mast of our ship, our center, and hold on for dear life. It may take every ounce of courage and surrender to ride the waves of fear and doubt and confusion. But if we commit to weathering the storm, one breath at a time, we can find that inner spiritual strength and resiliency that is innate to each of us.

I have come to know “She” as the great feminine energy of life. Creator, Destroyer, Sustainer. Ultimately, that life force that moves in and through each and every one of us with the deepest wisdom and compassion. That grand intelligence is always unfolding with our benefit in mind. So even though these storms pass through our lives, in the end, if we can allow ourselves to be opened and tenderized, we will become kinder, more compassionate and more generous human beings.

In the duration of the storm, it can definitely feel like there is no light at the end of the tunnel.

There can often be feelings of intense pressure with a feeling of no escape. In a real and experiential sense, the process can truly assume the physical, emotional and psychological aspects of birth. I have birthed three children, all natural with no drugs. It is intense and there is no turning back! In a  “storm of grace” we are shedding many ideas and fixations about who we are. We are being stripped of pride, arrogance and control. And again, if we surrender to the forces at play and cleave to the truth of who we really are, we will emerge from this process into the vastness of our being. We are, after all, Divinity incarnate. We have just forgotten and remembrance, the ultimate gift of the storm, is Grace.