This morning I was called to ‘be with’ three families that are hovering on homelessness as a result of the writers’ strike. Such an incredible world we live in, as at this (and that) very moment, I am dealing with my own angst around the same…my income as a ghost writer for the industry went POOF and I’m needing to use every spiritual muscle to not give into fear and upset, and ‘be with’ the greater picture.
Some words from my past…I am not sure from whence they floated…wafted through at the exact perfect moment.
“Be soft. Do not let this make you hard, or let the discomfort make you resent. Protect your sweetness with all of your might and no matter what believe in beauty.”
To some this can sound airy fairy.
IT IS NOT.
And hint….find your perfect music, and even though the temptation is to fold your wings around yourself, do not isolate.
We humans need each other…sometimes in very very small doses, but YES.