This morning, I sat on the couch for meditation. My mind unfocused. There was an intangible basket in my lap.
I looked around at the people in my life, to the entire world. I collected the challenges, and placed them solemnly into the basket.
Injuries and pain. Hospitalization. Relationship turmoil. Money conundrums. Feeling unheard. They all went in.
Children. Education in Covid times. Dis-ease. Unemployment. Overtime in employment. Civil unrest. Hopelessness. Separation from loved ones. Death. That was the second layer.
A nation divided. Tears and frustration. Legal arguments. Destruction of the planet. Caring for babies. Physical challenges and inability. Genocide and war… How big was this basket anyway?
The contents were also infinite. This was not my basket to hold, but mine to carry to the Eternal, to present to God for healing, compassion, comprehension, resolve. Peace.
No one is untouched. Each of us has a reason to cry. Our moments are daunting and enormous. If that goes unrecognized, the shift will be more difficult. We need to sit with our individual baskets, put in the elements of our grief. Face it, feel it.
And let it go.
Let the basket go.
Tie it to balloons and send it up.
Step through the reeds and let it float down.
Hand it to an ancestor, and watch her carry it to God.
Let it go.
We are too small, too incapable, too powerless. Face it. Feel it. Let it go.