Fragile
As if it’s not enough that we’re bags of bone and blood barely separated from the world by a thin layer of epidermis, our creator of choice also gave us emotions, which we use to color our experiences. We revel in these emotions, sometimes giving in to them or allowing them to make our decisions for us, other times running from them, drinking them into submission, or failing to understand them in the slightest.
I’m an emotional being. I get it.
I’m also intuitive, very intuitive, and realize that sometimes, I’m tracking energy even in my sleep. I’ll wake up thinking I’m in another country, or smell things that couldn’t possibly be in my bedroom. But I’ve learned that few of us can do the work we’re here to do, no matter what that entails, if we live only in the realm of our emotions. I had some tough clients last week — a few addicts, a potential suicide, a few in pain for one reason or another. No one every said this work was easy. But I still consider myself lucky to work with them, because transformation, or even wielding the tools of transformation, is a gift.
We’re all fragile. We have these small bodies, compared with many other things in our environments. We are sensory and fragile emotionally. And no matter what the scientific community would have us believe, emotions do not make us weak. They are part of our living spectrum, sent to keep us empathetic to others beings around us.
So to reframe this feeling of intense fragility that all humans share, I sat in meditation today. I saw the tiny tendrils of light and information that connect all of us, spreading out as far as I could see in a grid, a web, a matrix. I saw that it could be formed into a snare, to trap unsuspecting prey, or into a net, to bring in enough sustenance for everyone on the planet.
The matrix of light that bind us all? It has a million uses, I found. And when I came out of the meditation, I thought it might take an entire lifetime to figure them all out.
