Healing works are the spiritual chores of humanity. Soul dishes. I have selfish reasons for wanting other people to get better sometimes. Selfishness, sadly, doesn’t help. We can create little bubbles and try to live inside them but the chances of someone or something coming along and bursting that bubble with all their unmet needs is higher than winning mega-millions. Also, rich people have rich people problems; their bubbles are just gilded. Us: Dishsoap. Them: Faberge Eggs. If I could wave one of those star-filled water wands over the world so humanity could finally have our shit together, I would. Healthy helping is both simpler and more complicated, I think because of quantum physics. It gets exhausting dodging the shrapnel of broken humans. Ouch! Your unresolved mommy issues hit me in the free time! Clean up your own mess! We can’t or won’t or will eventually but not right now. Meanwhile, Legos everywhere. Complaining about it solves nothing. Instead, schedule time alone in the garden (I prefer indoorsy recharging. Plus, we don’t have a yard. The garden is a metaphor. Buddha, Jesus, …Anne Murray?) think nice thoughts, imagine swirling hula-hoops of energetic boundaries surrounding you and surrender to reality with love. xo
The photo is one of the many giant succulents from Mendocino. Plants are good teachers.