Thank You for “You are not alone”

 

First, this blog has nothing to do with extraterrestrial beings, hovering over Earth, observing our human ways.

It has more to do with humans who have recently ignited a flame in my heart to reach out and touch someone, anyone, everyone.

Confidential to Vivianna and your question “What do you mean, we are not alone?”  Maybe this will help…

Network of Solitude

The true essence of solitude. All over the world there are those who feel alone in their struggles, their cubicles, their isolated lifestyles. They are connected in their solitude to everyone else that feels the same, no matter how far away or how different their personal environments.

Lately, I have been reading, listening to, and observing a lot of people who express loneliness, or feeling isolated from others.

I think there are many things that can make one feel separate.

Being victimized by another, abandoned by others, or simply feeling victimized by the world in general can leave us out there on our own to cope with the hurt these things create. When we hurt, we almost always feel alone in that hurt. Hurt also initiates fear of more hurt. And when we fear, we fear within us—even if everybody else looks scared too.

These things make us feel separate from the whole. Pain and fear are individual experiences.

Look at any creature who runs away to hide when it has a broken paw or a wound.

So I guess my point is… It is wounds that make us feel lonely.

What we do with our wounds will determine whether we remain feeling lonely.

A hurt child runs to Mama for a Band-Aid and a Boo Boo kiss. If Mama does not provide this, rejects the child’s wound, the child learns to hurt alone. That child is now relegated to the animal kingdom without the comfort that only another human can provide. 

I truly believe that we can heal our wounds, our loneliness, our fears, through sharing them with others.

The most knowledgeable healer is the wounded healer. 

Sometimes we need to notice our own breath. Notice how it combines with the breath of all that breathes.

Alone, Wounded Healer

We are at the center of our own existence, blowing on the flame that once burned our fingers. It is the breath with which we cool our own burn that passes through our hands to cool the burn of another. The practiced breath that knows of such things, knows how to ease the pain, expands until it touches gently, with lavender healing, the aloneness of others, and combining with their breath, stirs  a wind, a wind of change.

To all my blogger pals, artists I have met, humans that I love, creative people that express and share their own experiences:

Thank you for breathing on me.

~ by leakelley on January 7, 2009.