Please pause and absorb this as an act of social and ecological service. And from this paradigm of interbeingness, more deeply consider how we can—and will—create, as Charles is known to say, “the more beautiful world our hearts know is possible.”
Antidepressants, meditation, the Goddess, and antibiotics. Making up your healing path. There’s a time and place for everything. Knowing the right time and the right place is how you become your own healer.
Healing is as ugly as “healed" is gorgeous. If we don’t judge the mess of it, we’re more likely to get to the other side of it sooner—and more deeply healed and stronger than we ever imagined possible. Scars and all. Healed.
But what if we rocked our emptiness? Felt the perimeter of ourselves. Relished the silence. Made friends with the peace that’s always waiting for us. What if we got off on the discomfort of our emptiness and let it be creative tension?
Wishful thinking is tangled up with craving. We want what we want. So we ignore the evidence that we’re very likely not going to get what we want out of a situation. Craving... wishing. Craving... denial. Craving... tolerating. It’s a wishous cycle.
...and by that I mean...If you believe that you are a child of the universe, or a product of Love, and/or a global citizen, then it's common sense that you care well for yourself. In fact, you're honour bound to love yourself.
There are two kinds of compromise: the kind that heals you by expanding you — it's the healthy kind that stems from real love and grace. And because it usually brings some delight with it, then doesn't feel much like a compromise after all. And then there's the kind of compromise that bruises your soul...