Memory is a fickle thing, a flickering light in a dark room of possibilities
[Kent Nerburn, Small Graces]

Sometimes we recall a partial recognition and familiarity with something, and it speaks to us a language of understanding we have yet to decipher.
Rachel Naomi Remen, in My Grandfather’s Blessings, describes her connection to a statue that she knew she had to buy but at the time did not know why. “Symbolism is the language of the unconscious mind, the deep wisdom that is part of how we are made. Sometimes, the unconscious talks to itself and occasionally shares its wisdom aloud in the forms of symbols….. our integrity may reach out without our knowing to parts of ourselves that have been denied or disowned, to feed them and strengthen them until we can come back for them.”

“Kwan Yin, the goddess of compassion,” Rachel goes on to say, “sometimes described as the feminine aspect of the Buddha. I held her close to me long before my conscious mind knew who she was and that in a profound way she represented my healing.”
May we all be blessed to listen to the guidance from our voice within, lighting our path ahead.