Light Up
On The Wings of a Star(ling)
“Shine like a star”, we say. Which star though, I ask myself? We call celebrities stars, but do they really shine brighter? Or does the spotlight simply let them shine so that someone who walks by can’t look away. Does the spotlight not reduce their light, take away from their brilliance and their soft, ancient wisdom that they carry inside their souls? Does it highlight their true essence? Don’t we get blinded by the bright reflection, not being able to see neither human nor the soul as the rays are backfiring onto our deepest wounds of not enoughness?
Maybe the saying refers to the stars in the sky. Reminding us that we are all unique yet carefully placed onto the dark canvas of the night so that our light stands out for the world to look up to. What fun is it though, to be lightyears apart from the people we care about, wondering whether they lift their gaze from their heavy feet to witness the miracle of the universe? Can stars ever unite without the darkness of the night? In the spiritual community, starseeds, sunbeams and lightworkers collide with shadow workers and dark nights of the souls in a cosmic dance, ready to transform the world. Do we shine our light or does the light shine on us?
“We are stars wrapped in skin. The light you are seeking has always been within.”
Rumi says.
We don’t need to look outside of us to find the light. We are the light. Sometimes, we are trapped. The deep tunnel of shame and old wounds enclose us. If we follow the light, we’ll find a way out.
This morning as I entered my kitchen I was startled by a funny noise in my oven. I went outside to see if there was something like a bird’s nest on top of the house, but there wasn’t. I opened the oven door and looked inside the chimney, but I couldn’t see anything. My cats seemed quite interested, but the rustling noise stopped eventually, and I put the cat outside and proceeded with my morning rituals. As I lay on my yoga mat, the noise started again. Something told me to get up and open the oven door again. As soon as I did, a starling flew out, right towards the window. In his attempt to get to the light he bumped into the window several times. I finally managed to get hold of the little fella, feeling the dust on his delicate feathers. As I held him gently in my hand, I pondered whether to get my phone to take a picture. I immediately got scolded by a loud chirp and felt busted. I mean, would we like for people to take a picture of us when we feel deeply threatened? I humbly got myself back to the present moment and in the few seconds, that I could feel the quick heartbeat of the most beautiful bird I’ve ever seen, I felt one with this little guy. When I opened the door and let him out, he disappeared into the sky with a loud protesting chirp. A feeling of freedom, awe and wonder got hold of me. My pen called me to sit down and let the words flow onto the paper. This is what emerged:
Rebirth
And
out of the ashes
a starling
I rise
brushing
the dust
off my feathers
cutting
the ties
of the lies
I told myself
that I’d be forgotten
in the chimney
of yesterday
next
to the rotten
wood
that is falling apart
and all that’s left
is dust
I flap my wings
and let go
of all the shoulds
and musts
I reluctantly
receive
the help
to become free
my heart pounding fast
as I can’t really see
the exit
of this breathtaking game
yet
in a moment of surrender
I let go of the shame
and let the universe
carry me
outside the door
where I spread my wings wide
into the heavens
I soar.
Sadhbh Adamea
In a world of social media, sharing, likes, follows and comments, we can easily get sucked into comparison. We share our writings and witness others doing the same. We all want to spread more Love, creativity and joy, live our passion and dreams.
It happens to me. Often. Especially in times when I feel scarcity. It is like the ego is waiting for this one weak moment to jump in and show me all the reasons why others are better, more successful, why I am not enough and that everything is already said and done that I wanted to say.
If we grew up with siblings, we automatically compare ourselves to them, competing for our parents’ attention and affection. School enhances the need to compare, underlined by grades and praise, leaving us starving for even more attention as we start to walk the world on our own. Just like we forget about the reason why we came here, we forget about our light. Maybe it is connected. However, in the moments where we remember our own inherent worth, the dark cloak dissolves, melted by the warmth of our inner light. We begin to breathe again, witnessing this calm and fuzzy feeling inside our bodies when we remember:
“The beauty you see in me is a reflection of you.”
(Rumi).
With the New Moon wrapping us in energy, it is a perfect time to begin anew. It is a good opportunity to slow down and reflect on where we are, where we came from, how far we have come and where we want to go. Maybe you are still in the chimney. Maybe you are already soaring. Maybe you are still knocking your head against that window, not realising that the only way out is to go back inside. Wherever you are, take a deep breath and remember your light. You are here to shine (with or without a spotlight)!
I am excited to announce that from now on you can find my poetry meditations on YouTube. The first video with a New Moon Poetry Meditation is already online, click here for your five minutes of calm. I am grateful for every like, comment and also for feedback! Subscribe to my channel to not miss out on the next meditations.
Thank you so much for reading!
Have a wonderful day!
Lots of Love,
Sadhbh (Nicole)
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What are your challenges with shining your light?
Wow! So beautiful! The encounter with the starling a gift of light. Such beautiful poetry! I feel it. Thank you for being a warrior of love and light in this world Sadhbh 🙏❤️
This a beautiful piece!