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Saturday, December 15, 2012

Love Is Our Superpower


“Love one another and help others to rise to the higher levels, simply by pouring out love. Love is infectious and the greatest healing energy.” -Sai Baba
(Thank you for this quote, dear Alia)

                                                   dance, originally uploaded by Sissel Annett
dance by Sissel Annett


It is 2-something in the morning and I can't sleep.  I keep waking—tossing from one side of the bed to the other, opening my eyes and then shutting them tight—as if there is some way to squeeze these horrific images from my mind.   As if there is some way to un-know what I know.  Pictures of terrified tiny ones and their parents, in the midst of unspeakable tragedy.  Those in the wrong place at the wrong time—which, thank God, my children, my babies, my precious ones, were not.  

My mind tries to understand, to make some sense.  But I see that this isn't the part that can make sense of such horror—this loud part that seems to want only to lie down, head on the ground, and declare it all meaningless, to declare it all an enormous, unsolvable mess.  This is the part that sees only tragedy, that feels only a dark, powerless shakiness.  

I know that I must quiet this part, this noise, and drop to that still place where ugly stories cannot live.  I know this is my, this is all of our, point of power.  I see that we must hold hands and drop deep, deep into the depths of this still, breathing, light-filled, embracing place together.  

This body is too small 
to hold it all
ancient stories—yours and mine
deep, deep wells 
of tangled ache.  The light
so very tired 
of being pressed down, kept in
condensed.
Let's gather it up, this burning orb
of brightness
let it breathe, let it breathe
in our open palm.  Until it warms away
the you
the me—the every thing
until there is only wordless river 
of calm—lulling
lulling us
awake

We must allow this river of calm, this burning orb of brightness to breathe in our open palm—no hold back, no more hesitation. There is too much unthinkable tragedy, too many places where the light, the love has been shut out.  We cannot wait any longer to burn away this you, this me—these stories, this mind that separates, that divides and subtracts and kills and condemns—that sucks and squeezes the breath out of love.  

In the face of so much tragedy, we cannot, we must not, allow fear or hate or more separation to devour us.  We cannot fuel the fear with more fear.

What can we do in the face of such unthinkable tragedy?  

Drop the unthinkable stories.  
Come to this very moment with a love so big, so all-encompassing big, all else burns away.  
Come with our hearts wide, wide open.  
Come HERE NOW. 
Breathe the deepest, kindest, softest, most gentle breath.  
Pray.  Ask for guidance.
Hold your little ones, your loved ones--every person & being on the planet--ever so close.
Give freely.
Join hands, lean in closer, look each other in the eyes--allow this blazing inferno of LOVE to burn, burn brighter than it ever has before.  

Wrap, embrace, encircle this precious, hurting world in a giant halo of love.

Love is our point of power.  Love is our superpower

What can we do in the face of such unthinkable tragedy?  

Love
Love
Love





10 comments :

  1. Yes... This is what my soul needed to hear. Thank you, Julia.

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  2. love is the only truth...

    everything else is illusion.

    xoxoxo

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  3. Thank you dear friend. This has reached me to my core. I love you.

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  4. Thank you so much, dear Julia, for this beautiful post. It truly helped me to stop trying to make sense of it all, and just return to the center of it all, which is love. Thank you, friend, for your heart and voice.

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  5. I was up with you at 2, my friend. Today still, my words are few, but I just wanted to say thank you for your words. Thank you for reminding love, love, love...

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  6. It's such a comfort to have all you beauties here with me. Thank you, always, for your precious warmth and love.

    Healing hugs all around....

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  7. Sweet Julia,
    Thank you for this beautiful remedy for the hopelessness of grief. You’re light is shining here within me. I love that we share the same light…love…hope.
    Our divinity united.
    Love <3

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  8. Thank you so much. I am just now reading this but I wish I would have read it much, much sooner. Your words tapped right into the root of how I was feeling those first few days. Our minds want so badly to make sense of things.....but this just didn't make any kind of sense and I was unable to find any solace of any kind.It's all still here but the light is beginning to make it's way through slowly. Thank you again for your soothing words. I love you Julia.

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♥ Julia