Isn't it funny how the soul does not hold onto the pain when it is ready? How it releases it when it is allowed to? Perhaps admidst the uncontrollable tears or the painful convulsions those deep dark feelings were released. Or perhaps it was in a dream I dare not remember. I don't know, but what is left is a sense of peace and a sense of knowing.
I see the painful images on TV, I hear the painful stories in the lives of those around me, and yet I know in the end it is alright. These things do not matter, because what is important--the spirit--is never lost. And despite how much one may try--consciously or not--to darken it, its light will always remain pure and bright. Life wasn't meant to be easy, and to compare your life to another is pointless, because in the end what matters is how you lived your life.
I see people uniting to help each other--not because of one disaster, but because we are casting off the veils we claimed was our life. We are finally starting to see what is truly important...what it truly means to live. I find myself returning to who I was as a child. Returning to that innocence, that outlook on life, and that unconditional love for all life regardless of its form. A universal love that we are all born with; a love that does not faulter even when hurt. A love that shines freely from our soul.
Sometimes I feel as if I have wings...as if my feet aren't really on the ground. I need to ground more yes...I need to spend time with trees. But this is beyond just that. This is a sense of finally finding answers to questions I didn't know I had. And finding the patience to the ones that remain unanswered. There is no longer fear in who I am...I simply am.