Last night while I was sleeping, I woke up very suddenly feeling exhausted and depleted.  I felt strangely filled with an innate sense of knowledge and I thought to myself, “This is how the earth must feel.”

I was so surprised by the clarity of this sensation even though there was some part of my logic-seeking brain that thought, “Don’t be ridiculous.  The earth can’t FEEL anything.”  In actuality, I think that is just the part of my brain that doesn’t want it to be true.  It reminded me of being a child and thinking that if I couldn’t see someone, they couldn’t see me.

The truth is that the sorrow of the world is running through my veins and I feel the soul of the earth weeping through me.  I was born with this blessing, although it often feels like a curse.

I sometimes wonder how to face a world of suffering when it often seems too difficult to bear.  Instinctively, I feel that the answer must be with a courageous heart.  But how does one find this courage anyhow?  I’m not an authority of the subject, but I think that maybe it’s by letting your heart soften and crack open.  Maybe then, a little light will shine into that crack and lead the way.