Dearheart, this is already a difficult month. Many dangerous people exist in the world and it’s a challenge to feel safe. Your provoked fears may intensify other unfinished business which for most of the time lies dormant. Then, something no one had planned for occurs, and those deep rooted attitudes of resentment, anger, and bitterness can rear their heads and convince you that love is not the answer but isolation is.
Dearheart, keep up your spirits
Everyone goes through personal periods of loss and tragedy during which we turn inward to a time of solitude as part of a process for healing. This solitude is a necessity to recalibrate and reorder your mind and heart, which is frequently affected by change. But as you’re seeking inward, remember to also send out the good energy which is the essence of you, Dearheart. Unpredictable human beings have buffeted the progression of the world since time immemorial. Whether acts of violence occur because of mental illness or the soul sickness, known as evil, hatred and judgement, makes no difference. All of those etiologies are healed by positive vibrations others send out on behalf of a Higher Power who is All Power (God).
Whether or not you want to march with signs of love and understanding in the public venues or send it out quietly from your living room makes no difference, Dearheart. Either way, love is continually being cycled through the universe. Do what you can at this time.
Begin with intention
All actions, whether they are positive or negative, begin with an intention. And your spirit, which seems to withstand the great blows of fate, is so often eroded by the “nibbling of numbers, the creeping of days, the numbing treachery of littleness, of important littleness.” (An affiliate link to John Steinbeck’s The Acts of King Arthur and His Noble Knights.)
So, Dearheart, how do you recover yourself? The same way you heal the world. You do this through prayer and meditation, and you share your fears and sorrows with another human being, who will then help you reclaim the grace that was subsumed with judgement.
Layer upon layer of daily living takes its toll on us, Dearheart. When you wipe away the grime and the grit, though, underneath it is a Dearheart of Gold.
Copyright, 2019, Brenda Henning