No matter how staunch my faith is that everything is happening exactly as it needs to, that the World knows what She's doing, the sheer magnitude of the crumbling is still heavy to bear. It’s getting ironic now, how I seem to need to write down my advice in order to remember it, to remind myself.
Ground. Find Stillness. Spend time Being.
I’m surrounded by enormous decay at the moment. Two family members dying slowly from cancer, a grandma and a grandpa slowly dying from old age. Relationships crashing like hailstones—even abstract brambles like the Stock Market and Mortgage Establishment choking in the smog of their own industry.
Ground. Find Stillness. Spend time Being.
‘Find solace in the love you share with others’ are the words that murmur in my inner ear.
‘There are always others. There are always children.’
More than ever I see the absolute necessity of nurturing the small things, like our young ones, our gardens and our wells. It’s in those things, smaller than our dogmas and egos, in those things that our wisdom grows, close to our Love.
And more than ever we need Wisdom. If for nothing else than to speak out against the thoughtless blows of despair’s short vision. To shine into the Darkness.
I say to YOU—whomever the Mystery guided to this page right now—please, nurture the small things. The wells. The gardens. The children.
There are fragile shoots sprouting in the detritus.
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