Hi, dear Readers.
The past few weeks has been WOW. And not “WOW! SO GREAT!” either.
Just wow. It’s superfluously wacky, this life season.I wonder if Mars got out alignment with Venus, or Pluto is pouting for being excommunicated, or the stars are staging a great rebellion.
I used to believe in astrology many, many years ago. I still get my direction from the Heavenlies – just not the heavenly bodies.
It’s tempting to seek out what God seems reticent to tell us in tangible, chart-able ways.
But it isn’t he fault in our stars or the heavy hand of Karma trying to set us straight. The less-glamorous truth is that a lot of crap happens, and keeps happening. It’s so largely out of control, it makes you wonder if anyone is supervising this planet, which seems to be spiraling into a Lord of then Flies level madness.
The truth is often, before our stars ‘align,’ we have to somehow make it through this experience, hurling through the chaotic cosmos sight-unseen (and violently so, on occasion.)
Several things have happened in my life lately – all of them emotionally loaded – in a short span of time, and an old, sickening vibe in my stomach resonates a foreboding sense of doom.
Ah, I remember you, you dirty rat. You’re Hopelessness. Don’t even THINK about getting settled in here. I’ve renovated the space you used to rent, I think you will find it most uncomfortable. I’ll chase you out a million times if need be, and bring the Landlord with me. Go on, now, GIT!
Hopelessness is, excuse the expression, an attention monster. It thrives where it is welcome. It grows where you allow it to feed. I know all of its favorite foods! Self-pity, alienation, wallowing. I am currently trying to starve my old nemesis, but like the monster in the movie” Alien” that also resided in the pit of a stomach, it’s not leaving neatly and politely.
You have to knock Hopelessness on its keister; it won’t go willingly.
Don’t despair, my friends, and I’ll try not to despair too. God is here for us.
Take despair breaks to practice self-care…the two cannot inhabit the same space for long.
What soothes your raw and ragged soul? Are you denying it’s cry for attention? Are you being 100 % real with God about how you are feeling? Tell Him. Yell it if you need to. It’s okay to do so.
Does nature soothe your soul? Or music?
Go for the car ride and blast your music with the windows down.
Eat the chocolate and/or cheese.
Call your friends, the ones who ‘get’ you.
Take the nap.
Go to the meeting.
Hug someone you love for five minutes solid.
Talk to the God.
You won’t get empty platitudes here at The Beggar’s Bakery about how when God closes a door, he opens a window. I always hated that saying. What does hat even mean? It’s Hell in the hallway!
But soon – and very soon – in God’s perfect timing, there comes a shift. There always is. Eventually, crappy things will un-happen, and some really good stuff will happen that will make you forget all about hurdling though the vortex.
Things like belly laughs, birthday cake, time with friends, sand between our toes, hugs, family, romance, raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens…
Those really good things include participating in life so that we can look forward to the future with hope.
If you are struggling today, I get it.
Remind yourself that its not an endless black hole; just a black moment. I’ll remind myself, too.
We are not unsupervised, as it may feel, but always carry the Navigator with us. This by no means minimizes the crap-storm of challenges you are experiencing right now. Sometimes things just suck.
But Heavenly Papa is with you. You’re not alone.
This too – whatever this is – shall pass to make room for the belly laughs and happy experiences yet to come.
I’m not preaching to you, but at myself! Hang on tight and so will I.
God bless us, every one.