Tuesday, Oct. 19
Yesterday was one of those days. For most of the day I felt heavy. My body hurt in familiar and unfamiliar places. I felt tired, sad, lethargic, and restless all at the same time.
It wasn’t how I expected to feel. The Sun was shining, the sky was a beautiful clear blue, the temperature outside was perfect, and it was my day off. When I went to bed last night, it was with reasonably high hopes for the morrow.
I wanted to write a post on both Mercury and Jupiter stationing direct yesterday (Oct. 18) but the way I was feeling when I finally got myself into my office to sit down and write, it was hard to imagine coming up with anything I’d be proud to sign my name to.
So, instead of writing, I gave myself permission to lie on the floor and meditate.
What are these feelings in my body? I asked.
Sadness. Heavy. Alone.
What is the sadness?
The sadness of the world. Sad at feeling alone so often in life. Sad at the people — shocking how many people across half a lifetime — who made you responsible for their happiness. And who, when you didn’t give them what they wanted, turned on you, suddenly vicious and accusing.
Sad, too, for the needless suffering of the people. So many people in the world, especially now, feeling sad, alone, defensive/aggressive, craving more love and more joy and more genuine companionship. And, through no fault of their own but having chosen to be born into a slave system and endure the trauma we all experience as children in this society, they perpetuate — daily, moment by moment even — with their thoughts and their actions this shared state of miserable exile from Life.
#AloneTogether