| How could we ever heal if we were together with our brothers and sisters in Iraq, Afghanistan or Pakistan and our lives were literally ripped apart by war?
How would we ever sleep soundly, free from the nightmares that continue to haunt our brothers and sisters in Haiti?
How could we completely heal from the injustices suffered by our brothers and sisters in the West Bank and Gaza?
How can our Jewish brothers and sisters ever heal from the horrors of the holocaust and their continued persecution simply because of their faith?
How could we possibly heal if we were living the lives of our brothers and sisters in Darfur?
How will we heal here within our own country from the from the deep, deep wounds of intolerance and racism, from the faithless hate of ideological divides, from the crippling poverty and hunger that still affects so many of our fellow brothers and sisters?
How can our planet ever recover and heal from the contamination and abuse wrought by the human race?
So very many questions, and the answers are still beyond the reach of my imagination...
But out of chaos, beauty can emerge...and even the deepest winter never fails to turn to spring.
So I can't give up. I refuse to give in to the chaos and suffering cries that seem to emanate from every corner of our world. Just as sure as I know evil exists ... good, too, exists, though in my heart I must admit that the balance is definitely not in our favor.
I also reject the notion that at our cores is original sin, and instead I believe that at our cores we are beings of light. And as beings of light, we can individually and collectively emanate healing thoughts, rays of peace and love, eventually protecting our planet and enveloping our brothers and sisters in strength and comfort and indestructible happiness.
So today I light candles as a symbol of the flames of hope deep in my heart, as a symbol of my deepest prayers for all those who are suffering. My sincere wish is that they find comfort and love, and instead of turning toward the paths of bitterness and despair, that they uncover the warm healing glow that exists within all our hearts. And that they may have the fortune to have family and friends to ease the burden of their suffering, as I have found here. What a difference a week makes, and how very far I still have to go.
May the healing glow of fireflies touch your hearts, as you have touched mine.
Lourdes and Ana...
Lourdes and Dolores...
Family breakfast...
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