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The past couple of days I’ve been reeling from news of another cousin with cancer, this time breast cancer. She just had a mastectomy and she is young. With two friends and two cousins with cancer and other friends with serious illness, I’ve just felt sad.
But the idea of mastectomy and how women are treated by the medical field just set me off. I’ve been reading about the history of women in the world of magical lodges and spiritual movements, how they’ve been subordinate to men. Women have been subordinate in all areas of life for a long time and it continues.
Then the Ford/Kavanaugh hearings yesterday. So many friends triggered. I’ve been triggered, too. I’ve not been assaulted, but I feel the fear and pain. And the anger. At all of it. Then there are the women I know who don’t believe Ford. They think it’s all a Democratic conspiracy. I can’t even…
Yesterday, a friend mentioned that like the caterpillar that needs to turn to goo in order to become the butterfly, we too as a society need to dissolve the old in order for the new to come into being. It’s not easy. Some cling to the old ways with a vengeance and this is what is causing the most pain.
Right now all I can do is breathe and remember the basic goodness that lies deep within all of us, all of creation. It’s okay to fall apart, to let it all fall apart. Beneath the façade is the rawness of life itself. It is here where we will find the love that connects us all.