It would appear that there is a pain in this world that may never be put right. A thunderously deep scar in the psyche of man. How have we become so used to knowing violence? Learning of a fresh & brutal attack. Seeing the fallout of it represented in images of dead children cradled in close-to-dead arms, candles lighting up the wounding-ground and imagining the horrors befalling so many innocent lives. Are we not, at this point, completely perturbed and traumatised by every morsel of information? Might I say, I am. I am sick of it. It’s incredibly disturbing and it’s only now I'm realising how so. My body feels it now. This is not a world that I would send my children to (and I am lucky and grateful to have a child an' all) but we have no choice in the matter. And we can’t change the world, can we? Or can we?
YES YES, of course we can, YES. I really have to believe that it starts with us. You. Me. If we look to grievances that we may have had (perhaps still have) with people - me included - what powered those grievances? And what good has ever been gained from them? They seem to me more like a loss leader leading only to a lack of fully living, a lack of decency, a lack of authenticity to your beautifully-natured self and a lack of peace.
And grievances against ourselves? These are surely the most destructive to the weather system of our own lives and therein the world. That shit leeks out. Pervades a mood, a day,an occasion, a dream for a better life. If we are not safe even from ourselves then what hope in the wider world! We cannot expect this world to become a kinder place until we get kinder with this living right here. Oh and on the subject of dreaming. It is ok to dream isn't it? I’ve been finding out recently, that it’s really really important to dream while you are alive and awake to the realities of a world that would suck you dry and leave you gasping on the floor for air, if you let it.
Anyone, which is most likely everyone, who has lost someone - someone who they loved with all of their messy hearts; knows/feels/senses the loss of that person’s beautiful physical presence, their smile, their comforting hugs, the way they’d call your name and you knew so deeply you were loved and in that knowing, you in turn knew you'd love them to the end of time. And it totally sucks to lose someone who you love. But loss is such a powerful teacher. We cannot escape pain and suffering. But we do need to know how we can sit with it and not become lost to the world, within it. So with the wisdom of our hearts, what can each of us do so that we do not lose this world to violence? How can we further nourish the good; in ourselves, in others? What new perspective might we take in order to understand a situation further? What needs to change? And what does peace look like to you? How does it play itself out? If we have the power to change our own lives and outlook on the world, then what person can hold us back in our effort to make this world a better place for all.
And see this moment right here? This is where all life exists. In this one. And now this one. And this one. And right this moment is where peace resides, begins (or ends?). Now is the time for healing, loving, living with your wonderful eccentricities and gifts and trains of thoughts. Cultivate a mind intent on healing. It's time. Love Ru! x
The Healing Timeby Pesha Joyce GertlerFinally on my way to yesI bump intoall the placeswhere I said noto my lifeall the untended woundsthe red and purple scarsthose hieroglyphs of paincarved into my skin, my bones,those coded messagesthat send me downthe wrong streetagain and againwhere I find themthe old woundsthe old misdirectionsand I lift themone by oneclose to my heartand I say holyholy