I was thinking that we need a heart-stirring story to accompany our appeal this month. I do have one, and it happened just today (8/26). Sharing it here, and in the context of an appeal…well it isn’t anything I’d planned, but this is me being real…and quite possibly shameless.
My heart is so easily brought up to my eyes these days. I’m not sure if it’s the tenderizing we got (and are still getting) from the fire experience, or just the energies that affect us all, leaving our hearts open and receptive to love in whatever form.
I met with my builder today…
There was certainly an anxiety-producing build-up to it, but by the time we met, I was actually feeling empowered. About a week ago, I’d found a serious violation by them in this dreadfully long and drawn out process that shifted my attitude from feeling frustrated and powerless to actually understanding that I just might have the upper hand at last. Negotiations are underway.
The remarkable thing about this meeting, though, is that it was mostly personal. And the thing about doing business in these elevated energies that we’re in is that when you remove the human element, pretending that “It’s just business,” what’s lost is an opportunity to expand in generosity and good will rather than shrink into greed and control.
We shared stories in our meeting that reflected the fact that this human gig is not an easy one, and that we all have our challenges and “demons,” as he put it. I left the meeting feeling sad, but not because I felt much about his proposal. It was the sadness of witnessing the heart suffering of another compassionate human being.
Because all of our CDs were thrown into the dumpster by the overly enthusiastic destruction engineers sent to strip everything in the house down to studs…the two that happened to be in my car when the fire happened have a special place in our hearts now.
I slipped one of them into the player on the way back from my meeting, already quite charged with emotion from the stress of this whole process and the sad stories on my mind…It happened to be a recording of The Eagles’ performance at The Classic West concert back in 2017. The song Love Will Keep Us Alive came on…and a singular tear leaking out of the corner of my eye rapidly developed into a full-blown sob that went on for (I imagine) a mile or so.
It’s just been a lot to navigate with grace and any sense of safety and stability…but the message coming in was clearly a question for me…will I allow that? Will I allow myself to be supported and literally kept alive through and because of Love? As I’m writing this, the memory of the moment is clear…I just kept saying, “Yes!” Unequivocally, no question…absolutely yes!
I can’t say that I know precisely what saying yes to being supported by Love truly looks like that’s especially different from what I experience now, because I do see my life as somewhat of a miracle these days. Aside, that is, from getting everything that I want, including being able to return back home very shortly.
What I intended to include in this appeal is that no matter what’s going on for us personally, we truly can feel not only sadness for the suffering of others, but also Joy for their jubilant success. I suppose that’s the fun part of empathy.
Usually, it’s kindness that brings the involuntary swelling of the chest, either being the recipient of same, or simply bearing witness to it. My daughter showed me a TikTok video of a young entrepreneur offering her very sincere gratitude for the feedback she got about her lovely and engaging promo post, because it resulted in a wild and unexpected success.
Our hearts were fairly bursting as we watched, because her surprise and delight at the positive feedback and love were infectious. No matter what’s going on for us personally, we truly can feel Joy for the success of others. That’s our Oneness gene kicking in, I reckon.
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