Monday, May 11, 2009

Just the One of Us

I got to travel a lot this month. I like that. Not only do I have wanderlust, I have culturelust and peoplelust too. I love to see what is happening simultaneously in the world. Right this very moment, hours ahead, people on the other side of the world are rising when I am beginning to rest. Mothers and Fathers all over the world are caring for children. Mean people are being mean to other people. Nuns and Priests and Rabbis and Elders and Imams are walking in an intentional relationship with God. Families who have just experienced a death are grieving. Women who have just given birth are in another world staring at the face of the person who grew inside them. Children in school are carving new grooves in their brains. People earning a living are coping.

Shouldn't it be easier with Youtube and Facebook and all those other transparent digital communities that indicate our similarities? Is there a greater chance for world peace because we have easier access to each other?

Ah me. There is one thing we all have in common that stands in the way of unity. It is our relationship to our personal pain. How do we carry our baggage?

In times of crisis we all draw together. In times of peace, or the ordinary, we live with the internal remnants of hurts and disappointments, betrayals and losses. The invisible fence between us is the unspoken relationships we have with our Stchuff. See in a crisis, we are all in pain and fear and that draws us together. In the mundane we stuff the Stchuff and lose the connection.

Take a moment today and sit with your Stchuff in a loving and open way. You can do it. You can love the pain into a form that others will warm to. It's a God thing. Open yourself up to your own truth so God can wash it and clean it and set healing in motion.

It will not kill you. It will bring about world peace. Or at the very least, a piece of peace to the person standing next to you.
Love
Deborah