Use your breath to direct attention into the center of
whatever feeling is arising. Send awareness inside your emotions and saturate
them with light. Surround whatever appears with your presence, as a parent
would cradle their shivering little one with a warm blanket.
For you are the parent to the orphans of the somatic world,
as they emerge out of the unseen requesting safe passage in the vastness, one
of love’s children on the journey of sacred return. Though their appearance can
be disturbing and intense, they come not to harm … but to know themselves in
form, as consciousness seeds matter with its qualities.
As you practice intimacy with the display of the embodied
world, naturally attune to the breath as it passes in and out of your lungs.
Take a moment to behold the miracle this truly is, to be given even one more
breath on this new day. The implications of this alone are enough to take you
to the ground and cut through the trance that something is missing.
As holy as the breath is, there is another substance
passing through you. It is flowing in and out of the center of your heart, is
subtle, and is apprehended only through one of your nonordinary senses. It is
untamed, creative, and out of control, and keeps the stars from falling out of
the sky. It is the substance pure love.
Oxygenate your entire being with this sacred material, and
allow it to wash and nourish you. Breathe it into your cells and allow it to
recycle in the four directions. Be a vessel in which this substance can pour
into a world that has forgotten.
Please do whatever you can to help others, and never forget
that even one moment of empathic, attuned presence can change someone’s life
forever. Listen to them. Really, listen to them. Slow way way down and look
into their eyes. Hold them. Share your calm, regulated nervous system with
them. Dare to allow them to matter. Care for them and how they are making
meaning of their experience.
