There’s something that I love to do that nobody knows except the office manager . . . often after seeing clients I head over to the empty church and sit quietly with the lights off.
Last weekend I was the only one in the building. As I was heading out the door with a long list of things to do, I stopped at the front door and turned around and went to sit in the quiet church.
My heart was aching . . . wishing that my best friend was still alive who I lost in October; wishing that things were different with certain relationships; wishing that the sun was out; wishing that Lolita, the woman MBH has been supporting, didn’t have to struggle so much; wishing that the places inside my heart that hurt could find peace and contentment with the way that things are right now.
And so I did what I do when I hurt, I breathe. I breathe and then I cry.
My daughter cried to me the other day and we talked about how crying is a way for the body to heal and for the soul to cleanse itself of hurts. It’s the way that we allow the protection we carry to soften; to feel the truth of who we are and to feel the human sensitivities of worry, fear, disappointment and hurt. I reminded her that she still has an inner light that shines even when we hurt.
It’s hard to feel our light when we hurt; when our mind is worried; when we are scared; when we are stressed; when we are uncertain; when we are sick and when we don’t feel like ourself.
And so I’ve been contemplating . . . how do we find our light when we hurt?
So many are hurting right . . . how do we bring more light into our hearts not only for ourself, but for the benefit of others?
This morning I listened to this song I Am Light. It was the exact medicine I needed and hope it is for you as well. If you do one thing for yourself today listen to this song and pass it along to someone else . . . spread the light.
