When things around us are falling apart
There are times when our entire world is falling to pieces, and we do not know what to hang onto any longer. At times, our relationships change and disintegrate or now and then it is our physical environment. Sometimes we feel as though every one of the walls has fallen around us and we remain with nothing to rest on, uncovered and powerless. It is like pieces from a puzzle, they are all scattered near, and you are attempting to assemble those pieces. These are the times in our lives when given the chance to see where we have laid out our feeling of character, security, and success. And keeping in mind that it is completely normal and part of our cycle to find our healthy identity in our appearance, whenever those outer elements shift, we have an amazing chance to rediscover and draw nearer deep down, which is the main safe spot to call home.
The center of our being is not impacted by the moving breezes of a situation or the patterns of progress that administer actual reality. It is as consistent and dependable as the sun, which is the reason the extraordinary spiritualists and enchanted writers frequently reference the sun in their tributes to oneself. Like the sun, there are times when our center is unavailable to us, yet this is a misguided judgment. We know that when the sun goes behind a cloud or sets for the evening, it has not vanished, however, but briefly hidden. Similarly, we can believe that our internal center is continuously sparkling brilliantly, in any event, when we cannot exactly see it.
At the point when things around us are self-destructing, we can stick to this center knowing that an inextinguishable light sparks from inside ourselves. Seasons of outside obscurity can be an extraordinary gift in that they give a valuable chance to recall this internal light that sparks no matter what the conditions of our lives. At the point when our external lives start to return together, we can incline more delicately on them, knowing more plainly than any time in recent memory that our actual home is that splendid sun sparkling in our center.
~ Dedicated to SR ~
Jeanne Clark, RN, MSN, NC-BC
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