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Praying for Peace in the Hearts off the Haitians

This morning my heart goes out to the beautiful people of Haiti. It is so hard to put into place something like this in the grand scheme of things. I let myself ask why.

I see the pictures of children, and the faces of my own children become superimposed on theirs...

I let my heart ache for the people who are experiencing the bottom dropping out of their experience.

I reflect on why it is that it takes something of such a grand scale to make me pay attention to the world, why it is that I have become desensitized to the almost daily bombings I read about in the paper elsewhere in the world; why it takes something of such magnitude to turn me in that direction for a sustained amount of time. A life is a life, after all.

There is nothing like a natural disaster to make us feel very small and vulnerable, knowing that we are at the mercy of something so big and terrible. Perhaps since I don't have bombers running around my streets so often, it is instantaneous to put myself in the shoes of the earthquake victims, knowing that the enemy is always beneath my feet, that I make my way in this life on the same soil, subject to the same ruthless reshuffling.

I remember the two Haitian men that I knew long ago at the university in France. I remember playing cards with them in their dorm. I remember how much they loved the US and how they would file down to the tv room every night with a large group from all over the world, to watch X-Files. I remember feeling close to something important, sitting and playing games with two people from another part of the world, who told me of theirs, and romanticized about mine. (They also watched Baywatch:) I remember the peace of being together without borders, without preconceived notions of each other from years of conditioning--but fresh in the moment, curious of the other, and our experiences thus far.

Today, I surrender to love, to no agenda, to appreciating all that I have in every moment; this precious journey with so many things to hold dear. The pain I feel for the people struggling in the aftermath of such a horrific event, I match with the intensity of love. I pray for those who are waiting to be rescued, for those in search of loved ones, for those who wonder how they will ever get up again.

We are all one. I let this bring us together, as many events like this have before. I add my heart to the collective energies of compassion that radiate so strongly after an event like this, that they can be measured by satellite.

Someday, we won't be frightened of anything that can happen to us, but see in it all of the possibility for our Souls.

For now, I send the energy of believing that what is rebuilt from the ashes transcends anything that could have existed before.

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