154. A World of Challenges

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.

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?

A brown basket with pieces of paper with prayer requests.
Prayer basket

Infinite.

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.

Author: Michele Plumb Stowell

Michele Stowell was a teacher, a hand holder, and encouraging voice. Born an early Gen Xer, she has lived in Western Washington for the duration. Her children, two spectacular genetic daughters and an uncountable number of marvelous scout and school sons and daughters, shine as her biggest impact and her greatest blessing. Just before her 54th birthday, Michele was diagnosed with stage four cancer. Her writing and art work are expressions of the drama and the joy of living earth bound. On October 24, 2021, Michele was released from her physical body, transported to continue her work on other realms.

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