As the sun goes down on this day…

Ripples of WritingAs the sun goes down on this day, make space for what hurts you and others, explore what is filled with pain, battered and bruised within your life and within the world. Mourn what has been lost and torn.

There are days when it is very hard to be human.

When death comes, when the storm rages in the world, when my fears flood me, when someone I know is hurting, or people I don’t know reach through me to clutch at my heart, I struggle to know what to do.

As an empath, I feel fragmentation. I am torn as pain and grief impacts, moving through others and like an unstoppable spear, it rips me open. Sometimes, sometimes I can only call myself into the center, make a new center as I repair the wound within process and prayer.

As a healer and artist, I serve to restore wholeness. On days like this, to do what I do, to trust what I do, to expand the language of this work that I do in the world can be hard to fathom. And yet I must continue to apply the principles of my soul-work to my life and remember how it is to apply healing in a world of hurt.

Prayer…the ripple of spirit that holds the center of all things, is uninterrupted love. As it moves in every direction the ripple will touch and gather and find sources of energy, color and light. The ripple of spirit knows more than I ever can about why things happen and who is trapped, attacked, driven to hurt, lost, stricken, wounded beyond measure, or taken away through destruction.

We as humans are the expression of interrupted love. We feel the destructive nature so deeply, have been wounded and in fear block what hurts. It is easy to turn away and forget how to offer, accept, lend and activate the medicine of love.

What to do, becomes the question. When circumstances make one feel so small and insignificant…how do I offer something of myself in a way that matters. How do I understand fragmentation yet express the knowledge that each and every one of us is powerful beyond measure. How do I turn to face diminishing thoughts that would leave me frozen, when I believe that each and every one of us is able to activate and express ripples of spirit in powerful ways that matter. My strong sense that what we feel and know and respond to, is already an act of prayer rippling into the collective experience, offering medicine to a wounded world.

As the sun goes down on this day, I honor the hurt and pain of myself and others, those I know who have lost loved ones, lost homes and communities, people who are struggling with sadness and grief, people killed in the midst of an evening out at a club, or a day at work — families in neighborhoods or airports torn apart, and places where celebrations of liberation are used and abused to change the nature of our world.

and love, is love, is love, is love...

Your art as a living ripple.

Join me as I gather my heart to the center of the pain, and within the pain find the center of love. You might want to find a single image to express or hold as a light, a ripple, a voice that heals, and write into an open space of healing and change, at the center of the center where love resides:

This is my prayer…
This is the love that I carry…
This is the fear that meets me…
This is the trust that I choose…
This is the truth that I send rippling into the world…

With love,