I’m sitting hear feeling very disconnected, upset and disheartened right now. Not because of my concerns about the worldwide pandemic or my fear of dying or anything like that. I’m feeling this way because people I love and care about have anxiety, despair and hate in their hearts and they can’t seem to find a way out of it. I don’t blame them, because the world that surrounds us is setting these fires in every direction. Those fires, ignighting fear not love.
I try my best to dig trenches around them and do prescribed burns to mitigate the damage yet, to little or no avail, or so it seems. I use humor, philosophy, authenticity, music, and just plain old love. It might look like my best efforts fail, or so it seems. Maybe it’s hopeless, maybe it needs to get worse before it gets better.
I find myself praying every day for some sign, some relief from this pain. I’m disheartened, yet hopeful, always hopeful.
For tomorrow will bring new growth from the dust, tomorrow will be a day unlike any other, tomorrow might be that one day that changes our world forever. I’m hopeful, always hopeful because I know this, Thoughts themselves are an energy, and it’s vital that we need to work on not holding on to the ones that will weaken us.
“Blessings on your journey”