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The fall-out of casting stones
It’s the hardest thing. Isn’t it?
Trying to maintain a sense of balance in These Days. No schedule. No routine. For some — no income. For others — no end in sight.
Social media, the news, politicians, the fear of everyone we encounter — it all feeds on chaos. When you sit quietly you can feel it. The edges of the storm as you stand in the eye. One false move in any direction and you are sucked back into it.
Out of control.
Just. Like. That.
It’s ok. Humans do that. We are all rediscovering our Humanity. The hard way. This which causes us so much suffering is actually connecting us — even as it pushes and pulls at us.
I find myself alternatively frustrated and annoyed and then appalled.
Yet, the deeper truth under every emotion, every reaction is the same.
They are often a pre-programmed chain of events. A samskara — each one unique to its owner.
We are all throwing stones at the thing. Each in our own way. Whether we are living in glass houses or skipping them across open water — those stones we hurl out into space move energy — they have the power to destroy or to gently soothe.
