We are living in profoundly turbulent times, though, we are not bound by them. Rather, we are the source and substance of our own experience.

And it is only through great compassion, both for ourselves and others, that we may begin to understand and subsequently weather through the influence of our fears.

This most recent wave of violence has touched many hearts. Likewise, it has marked the full weight of our despair. We feel powerless to help, yet still we try.

Why?

Because, in our heart we know what must be done.

We must be willing to look within, to disentangle the complexity of our feelings from the greater need. The world is under siege, but we – we are its legacy. Even when we are not yet ready.

There is a poem written by Desmond and Mpho Tutu; one which extends an invitation to heal.

“I want to be willing to forgive
But I dare not ask for the will to forgive
In case you give it to me
And I am not yet ready
I am not yet ready for my heart to soften
I am not yet ready to be vulnerable again
Not yet ready to see that there is humanity in my tormentor’s eyes
Or that the one who hurt me may also have cried
I am at the prayer before the prayer of forgiveness
I am not yet ready for the journey
I am not yet interested in the path
Grant me the will to want to forgive
Grant it to me not yet but soon.”

The anger and horror that we feel is a slow poison, further isolating and robbing us of our peace. We are locked in the nightmare, until we awaken.

Though we may not yet be ready to forgive – the capacity is always there…and that’s what binds us as humans.

In peace, my sweet friends…

Namaste ❣️