For the unseen ones… this is for you.
“Without your wound, where would your power be? It is your very remorse that makes your low voice tremble into the hearts of men. The very angels themselves cannot persuade the wretched and blundering children of earth as can one human being broken on the wheels of living. In Love’s service, only the wounded soldiers can serve.”
We all carry wounds, wether we talk about them or not. Some are visible to the world – the death of one we love; sickness; divorce. Some are invisible and silent – addiction; miscarriage; abuse; the loss of our own identity; the absence of a reason for living. Many of us carry them alone, and too many of us ignore them. But what if the path to healing is found by entering deeply into the acknowledgement and mourning of these wounds? What if this is what sets us free? Since he never asked…
With every news headline lately, I have become more aware of the fragile thread that holds civilized society together. I had thought before of the effects a catastrophe would have on my family. I thought of war, a power grid failure, or terrorist attacks. But all it took was images of medical personnel in hazmat suits, flashing continually over our screens, to bring the civilized world to its knees. Meanwhile, we hoard toilet paper in a desperate attempt to control our fate. There is very little I can control in this world. But…
Happiness. It’s our birthright, written into this country’s Declaration of Independence. Alongside the promise of life and liberty are four little words – the pursuit of happiness. But these four little words have been turned into a religion all of their own. Is this one of the roots to anxiety and depression? What is happiness anyway? “You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of. You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life,” said Albert Camus. For this article, my goal was not to define happiness or find another…