As a collective consciousness, we stand together. We’re in the thick of it now. Covid is knocking on our friend’s doors and maybe on our doors. The bleak winter pressing in on our warmth. We are limited in actions and warned with often conflicting messages. Greed and manipulation abound around us and suffering is everywhere. The world feels dark and foreboding and yet here we are in a community of love, supported and included. We buoy each other. We persevere and remain steadfast because we have touched on the truth, the real truth that lies underneath the rubble of the world. Every breath we take we choose to see truth, to feel truth and be truth. Truth abounds in an energy of love.
How can we love the Covid virus? How can we love the political mayhem? How can we love a chronic illness or pain and suffering? We can’t love those things. We love humanity who experiences it. We love ourselves. We practice gentle kindness and respect as we weather whatever storm we are facing.
By treating our self with loving respect and kindness, we never go without what we deeply desire, to be cared for, respected and gentled into comfort. We set the example. We speak the comforting words. We respect our needs. We advocate for ourselves by being a loving presence to our self. It all begins there.
Losing my way will happen. Luckily, I know my pathway towards home and recognize the doorway. Fears and worries block my vision and sound convincingly real. I hold my question like a shield and face my fear or worry by asking are you fact or fear?
With this inquiry, I can interrogate each worry and sort out what’s real and what’s fear. I learned to sort out the facts and the worries through years of practice caring for my daughter. Fears and worries cloud my perception, muddy my direction and most importantly, worry takes away my ability to be present for myself and especially for those I love needing my attention.
I know when I want to share something that is dear to me, it’s so important to be listened to by someone who is fully present, not half there fidgeting with something else or multi-tasking. The power of presence is a gift, an honorable gift to give someone you love, to give yourself.
Be there for you. Be there for them. Do the best you can as you weather these storms.
The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other's welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,