The Room Of Wisdom

In the home of our heart are many rooms, castles, mansions, places that we can reach by contemplation, prayer, or other kinds of meditation. Or just by listening to the sights and sounds of life that surrounds us.

Here on Pastor’s Porch, we are discussing this notion as the home in our hearts. We are moving through the home and exploring these different rooms within our soul.

Our journey began in the base of this home where knowledge resides within our own innate wisdom and the wisdom of our faith elders. The base of our spiritual home is our faith that sustains us. Faith that can be deepened through exploration, much more than certainty.

As we move through the home the stairs creek with the knowledge of old bones. But these stairs take the creaking in our bones and give us peace and strength to move about the inner dwelling of our soul.

In this home of many rooms, we began in the room of relaxation.

The next room we will explore is the room of our ancestors.

This is the room where the veil is lifted between the physical and spiritual realm. This is the room of deep listening for the wisdom of our elders, which echo off the walls and reverberate back to our soul as the voice of those we love, who have passed, share their eternal spirit. The tears we may feel in this room within our soul remind us that our loved ones come to say hello in many and varying ways.

This is a room of deep listening. It does not take anything away. Instead, it reminds us that we are eternally sitting within the presence and spirit of God’s love and care.

Some, as I do, find comfort that we can enter the depth of our soul and feel the peace of a conversation with someone on the other side of the veil (traditionally what we’d call heaven), even if their voices or touch are no longer a regular part of our lives.

In this room, within our souls, we are free to sit quietly through the tears of sorrow and loss until we get to the other side of the veil and hear the wisdom of our loved one’s echo in our hearts. In this room we don’t sit in the sadness, we sit beyond the sadness and let the voices of our elders speak into our existence. Even if it may be through tears of loss.

In this room our hearts are tuned to the vibrations of life that may be expressing themselves as the movement of the wind, a voice, a tingle in our fingers, a line from a song, memories, tears, a sense of leaning in for deeper listening, or the feeling of peace, even a smile.

Even if it may be true, even comforting, that the wisdom of our elders is eternal, death is so very hard. And in many cases it may feel too soon and too final. This may be how the spirit of our loved ones lives on in us and how our spirit will live on in our families and communities, through the sharing of wisdom, on both sides of the veil.

Just as the stairs receive the creaks of our aching bones and return strength, this room takes our sorrow, stirs in a little grief and returns spiritual wisdom.

This room teaches us to sit in quiet patience until we can hear with our hearts and listen to the eternal vibrating wisdom of our ancestors, elders, and loved ones.

This is the room where we learn:

In the wind is the spirit of our ancestors.  

In the sunshine is the smile of those we miss.

In the thunder is the voice of wisdom.

In the tears is the knowing of our soul.

That our loved ones say hello.

In more ways than we can ever know.