Dear Earth, it’s too late.

This morning I wanted to write something that would bring us all together, dear Earth, in our shared desire to heal you. And then I remembered that it was too late.

There are already people who think that the way we’re doing things is wrong. There are people from within our movement who disagree gravely about how things should be done. There are those who don’t think you’re sick, darling Earth. Most of them won’t change their minds.

How can we help you, Earth, if we are so divided?

I pause and let this sink in. I see the depth of my own divided nature – how quick I am to judge others, and how often I judge myself. I feel depression, frustration, and – here it is – hopelessness.

For me, hopelessness is not the end but the beginning. When I deeply feel into my hopelessness, then a dot of light appears in the darkness. This bright spot doesn’t come from me. It comes from something bigger, dear Earth – from you, from the Buddha, from humankind… As I lean into the darkness, the dot starts to grow, and soon I can see how it illuminates everything.

It doesn’t change what it lights up. I am still a foolish divided being, and my fellow humans are also still swirling with their own greed hate and delusion. It does mean that I feel accepted, with all my faults. As the acceptance soaks in, like warmth into freezing cold toes, I can begin to radiate this acceptance out to others.

Oh, I’ve made mistakes. I will make them again. Both individually, and as a part of the groups I belong to. Now that I’m illuminated, that doesn’t seem so bad any more. I can even appreciate some of the messy chaos, and smile wryly at it.

And then to my surprise I’m back to the beginning. This is something we DO all have in common. Our frailty. Our gorgeous messiness. Our aching vulnerability. Our dependence on you, dear Earth, and on each other. When we colour things in, however much we concentrate, we always go over the lines. Isn’t it beautiful?

Aren’t we beautiful?

With so much love, Satya <3