Our experience enters us and moves us. What we often fail to
realize is that it comes from us.
The way we see the world and others colors the way we respond.
It’s all interconnected. It’s in our stars because it is in us.
Right now the future seems bleak to some and hopeful to
others. It’s not without its sadnesses in either case, but some have not let
their experiences truly enter them. Though it comes from us, our destiny is not
complete without letting it come back to land within our hearts as the
hummingbird comes to rest on the branch, its tremendous energy slowed to
knowing.
I feel as though I’m skimming the surface of this
challenging experience shared by just about everyone on the planet. I feel that
if I take it in and let it land within me, my heart will do more than break
under the weight of it. I fear it will burn it to ashes.
A broken heart is something I’ve learned to embrace. But
this pandemic experience feels different. Then again, maybe it’s not so
different than all the pain billions experience every day. Maybe it’s what is
coming from within that I can’t bear. All the fear and anxiety that has built
up in me over my lifetime, I haven’t learned to let it go so it’s not my main
experience of everything.
This is a moment of reckoning for me and for many
individually, and it is one for the entire human world. And because of what we
brought to our world, all beings are affected.
Resurrection lives in reckoning. I can let the weight of
this moment land within me. We all can. It will hurt. Our hearts will burn to
ash. Our lives will never be the same. But like the phoenix, we will rise from
the ashes of our being. No longer burdened by pain, we will use it to gain
greater perspective and through this fully feel compassion for all that lives
and breathes on Earth and all that moves and has it’s being beyond this weary
world.
