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.