Walk Away from the Edge.
It has been a rough few weeks. It seems everyday we are hit with one more thing that tempts to shake us off our course of ellevation.
Mass shootings, race based police brutality, children being separated from their parents, and yes… crazy ass presidential tweets and racist ideas that make fear and hatred; that were already on a slow simmer, come to a rolling boil. This mixture of fear and hatred is overheating. It is threatening to blow the ill fitting lid off the scorched, dented and abused pot of democracy that has seen much better days.
Are the truths we hold really true… For all? Do we still lift a lamp beside the golden door for the tired, the poor, the huddled masses yearning to breathe free? Or do we build walls so high that Lady Liberty’s bright and welcoming light is snuffed for a certain group that we find maybe just a little too tempest tossed and wretched for our taste?
It seems to not end.
We hear on the news of death by suicide. Some of us look at others and think theirs lives glitter like gold. But the people whose lives we think are so much better than ours realize that all that glitters on the outside is not enough to hide the darkness and the pain they carry within. No one ever knows the true struggle of another and we damn sure will never learn the answers to why. Even the note left behind could never reveal their true pain and hopelessness.
At times, standing too close to that fine line between our real personal reality and the chaotic reality of the outside world can make stepping across that line very tempting. No matter how grounded we may be on Sunday, Monday you may wake up, throw your feet over the side of the bed and find the floor has disappeared.
In order to hold on to our sanity in an insane world we have to find ways of stepping away from the edge.
Finding ways to step away and decompress after being bombarded with so much hate, fear, sadness and confusion is not always easy. And that’s not even mentioning the personal struggles we all go through on the daily just to “survive.”
Sometimes we feel torn and even guilty. We may have just gotten our own lives back on track or are still trying to find a light at the end of our own dark tunnel. We may want or feel we need to do something or maybe do more but we just don’t know what or how. We risk becoming depressed and beginning our own downward spiral into hopelessness. But we must remember that we can only do so much to help to right some of the wrongs of the world. Remembering too that we must make sure of our own footing as we move forward.
Detachment is not a bad thing. Sometimes detaching ourselves from the outside world… stepping away from it all for a time could be what’s needed to focus on what we can do in our own way to bring about change.
When we feel ready and are confident of our own footing… when we have regained our inside quiet and have gotten the answers to how best we can help in whatever situation we feel a need to help in, only then can we move ahead knowing that our own well being is intact and not in jeopardy.
Until then be well<3