Winter has passed and spring has arrived with her vivid colors,
sounds and scents.
Yellow sunlight, filters through the cherry trees with white
flowers and pierces the cool dimness of my study. Gold dust seems scattered
into the air and patterns of light are painted upon the floor and the bookcases.
The blue-sky, ochre bushes, pale pink flowers, green blobs
of sprouting tender leaves arrest the wandering mind making one want to
participate in this fairy tale architecture with a sweet story filled with pretty
illustrations.
I too was excited about spring.
I almost started
with; Once upon a time - children playing soccer in parks and
playgrounds, came back home to their loving families, ate dinner while they
laughed and chatted and were tucked into bed with a story filled with adventure.
And then I heard on the news that such stories don’t happen
everywhere!
Elsewhere, dark hues of boiling red blood, charred flesh,
pieces of bones, hair, molten metal, jarred remains, smoke, dust, shrill cries,
screams, panic, pain, murder of hopes and dreams all wrapped up and tied with
helplessness enters the life of young children.
It is truly heartbreaking, and an unspeakable dejection of
the spirit, far beyond all pain and all anxiety, simply because I cannot comprehend
such hatred aimed at young children.
The weariness of an unsafe and callous world has come to
visit me and I feel helpless in my inability to control or influence it in the
least.
There is but only one thing left to do at such times – to
exercise self-compassion.
This is the time for
compassion towards my own self. To respond to the self, like I’m responding to
a suffering friend. To shut off the news channels and to trash the newspaper,
to be quiet, to soak in silence, to meditate, to sip a cup of tea, to take a
warm shower, eat a simple meal, care for a pet and snuggle with someone I love.
I know my heart will open once again to happiness, to
kindness and I will feel deep gratitude not only for sunlight, fresh breeze and
flowers but for being blessed with a human heart that though battered, wounded
and patched up, can open and learn to love life all over again.
When the world is poised on the edge of a sword, ‘one’ less
angry human is perhaps enough to keep it from tipping over.