Motherhood

November 11th, 2013

How can I help?  What can I do?  She suffers because I cannot fix things for her.  And in the middle of the night this reminds me that there are millions of people on this planet who I cannot help.

I have never considered myself strong and yet people who know me well see me as very strong.  It just recently occurred to me that I may be confusing strength with power.  For I do not feel powerful.  In fact I often feel powerless, and unable to affect any changes for those who truly need the help.

Often spiritual traditions speak of the idea that my sense that there is something ‘wrong’ is what needs fixing, and while I can accept that the stuff I make up in my head is very powerful it still comes down to the material world.  What can I do here?

Somewhere deep down inside I can feel that peace, that wholeness that is All of Us.  In this I know that nothing needs fixing and the only adjustments necessary are in my thoughts.  This I can do.  Yet it is torture to watch someone suffer, a mental torture anyways.

I must have wanted this, as did she.  Otherwise we would not be here.   What a crazy idea this world is!  I guess love really is the only answer, the only thing we need.



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