I googled it.
As in what happened in November, 2015, to see if I could see what it was that brought forth the writing that I wrote at that time. Where did the pain first come from? What piece of information seeped under my skin? Why was it right at that time, that I wrote this piece? And so I looked for past news and found more of what I see now. Shootings and looting. Extreme weather and extreme violence. Intolerance and misunderstanding and blame.
And so it is again. But worse it seems. The earth is crying her deep tears as she wipes away the stains on her skin and the scars to her soul. She pours water deep under our cover and we band together to survive her wrath. She scatters her dry and brittle leaves to feed the flames of her fury and we comfort each other as our lives go up in smoke. And she floods small villages - and big cities, too - as we hold each other's hands and hearts and help each other to find dry land.
This is mother nature at her best. She is tired. And sick. Sick and tired and fed up. And she is calling to us. She knows her power is our call to action and we take up the challenge and survive only to fall back again into habits that hurt (our) humanity. I wonder how many times she will have to do this before she can rest, knowing we have finally learned the lessons that are buried in the dirt.
It's Time (Again) To Save (Our) Humanity
November 23, 2015
I have been thinking a lot about the pain that surrounds us these days. Whether the violence that has hit upon every shore of every country, the silent weeping of birds and beast, or the deep, soft murmur that echoes from the earth as her essence is ignored and we soil her skin.
At first, this pain, it pained me. To the extent that I could not take it in. It was too much. The news hurt my soul. The information was toxic to my spirit. My skin, like the earth, was tender. And so I shut it down. I stopped letting the information in. I checked out. And felt, for a short but sweet time (or so it seemed sweet in the moment of it) that I was separate from it all. And so safe.
But this is not my truth.
It was merely a temporary rest. A getting ready. For my opportunity to save myself. I know this. I know this. From deep down inside myself I know that this is true.
Because what is really going on, whether man against man, against beast, against earth, it is a trigger for us to tap into our higher selves. To rediscover our connection to each other and to spirit, god, one. Call it what resonates within you. but let it resonate within you. Because this is what this time is. It is not about saving others. It is about saving ourselves. It is about finding our true essence. Embracing our beauty. Seeing our potential. Our power. Our grace. Our love.
And so when you see the news on the television, in the papers, on the ever-in-use computer, see it for what it is. A wake up call. Our wake up call. A kick to our soul's ass into getting going again.
The world - earth and animal and air - it has aligned again to move us to see the work we need to do. Because we have lost ourselves. And the little reminders, they are not working anymore. We need something big. Something our bodies and our minds and our egos can not ignore. Something that shocks us so we can get out of our own way. So that we see again. So that we wake up. And so the universe - spirit, god, one - it is waking us up.
If we believe, as I believe, that we are here, in this physical body on this sweet, soft ground called earth, to reach our fullest potential - find our true power, embrace the light within ourselves - then we can see clearly that all of this, the mess of it, the pain and sorrow and loss of it, it is here before us to move us forward towards the place where we are journeying.
And at this moment when we rediscover ourselves we will remember each other. And see (again) that we are not alone on this journey. That we are connected. To each other. That we have been connected all along.
All of us.