Today, on live awake, feeding the heart and caring for goodness.

In hope to find solace and healing for all that was ailing her, a woman seeks help.

She sits on her knees in front of the wise man and spills before him her angst and stories of woe.

She speaks of how afraid she is of the world warming, of her children's unruly behaviors.

She speaks of her fear of the unknown and what the opaque future may hold.

She tells him of the anger that he reps sometimes seemingly out of nowhere, how her body aches,

and how at times her heart feels like it is estranged into her.

He listens to her stories and great pains with his eyes deeply fastened on hers.

There's a long pause as the woman waits for the wise elder's response.

And finally he speaks.

Ah yes he says. But tell me, beloved, what do you love?

We speak most often of our dread, our worry, our criticism, and our judgments.

We are fed fear through the media and then we open our mouths only to regurgitate that same fear.

We are caught circling, passing on and handing the baton of our turmoil.

I have noticed recently how little we are speaking of what is joyous to us.

And instead recycling the herd of the world, simply because we have forgotten to feed ourselves with love.

We have forgotten how to sit in the raw and present moment to wake the heart inside of us.

To really remember that though life is full of that which is hard and heartbreaking,

we are each held together by a love that knows no bounds.

We are here to grow and know love. So why do we speak more often of what hurts than of what

heals and sustains us through this herd? I might ask you in this moment to harvest with me,

to cultivate, to encourage your being, to step aside this fraught noise of the world,

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