Pressure
Two Songs have been haunting me today: “On the Willows…” from Godspell and “Softly and Tenderly”. I’ve been contemplating their message all morning.
“On the Willows…” echoes the words of Psalm 137. It’s a song of lament; of crying out for the joy of heart song fully knowing that one must be present in one’s heart to sing heart song. Alternately the words “come home, come home, ye who are weary come home…softly and tenderly Jesus is calling…” waft through my awareness. It occurs to me that over the last 6 weeks many people have done just that. Natural disasters in Haiti, Portugal, France and Chili have provided an opportunity for many to go home.
I ponder the increased frequency of earthquakes. The pressure these days is building exponentially with the crash of global markets and the loss or resources. Those who still have jobs feel constant pressure as they are pushed to do more with less. We’ve never done it that way is the mantra of those used to excess, while those who “remember the days” say it most certainly can be done. World wide, countries strive to become more competitive while protecting their assets. Terrorism vs. Imperialism reigns rampant. Is it any wonder the pressure in the earth is building as well? For those who are energy sensitive sometimes the pressure is unnerving. I’ve felt so often as if I’ve become somehow smaller and smaller; sometimes ready to implode from the pressure on all sides. I miss the times of expansion and have to remind myself to take the time to breathe and allow myself to expand. I wonder sometimes if there is some great cosmic magnetic force at play here or if this is simply our own creation. “Both” is always the resounding answer.
Yesterday while leading a group in prayer I found myself saying that mother earth is excited and struggling to contain her exuberance. I asked the group to use the energy brought in by The Great Invocation to send her soothing energy. I meditated on that thought today and this is what I received:
Our Blessed planet is being top heavy. It stands to be said the ones who hold her dear feel her pressure building, growing, taking hold of us without intent. Top heavy, it means that one portion is being pulled downward into the place of grief while another is being lifted up to the light. Growth only occurs in this manner. Find it in your mind…let it be given. Treat the world with love. Breathe. Find her. It began as a dream. It fills up the space, taken to the degree of life. Suppose you find out that your mother is very ill, very tired. You will hold her in your arms and caress her. She is your mother. Find that compassion for your planet. It holds you in its arms daily and caresses you. Give her your light. It will benefit her and you. Today you understand this. It fills you. It is this day, always.
We are taught that when we write there must be a concluding paragraph that restates the major point of the effort and brings the piece to a close. I struggle here to find a conclusion. It is elusive, as though there is no ending. Humorously the words “no beginning either, it’s a circle” bubble through my mind. I leave you instead with a blessing.
Be still, and know…