I transformed our massage room into a sanctuary to honor mother earth, our ancestors, the ones that have passed, the sick ones,
the ones who will transition and to honor all humanity.
While sitting in silence and while the world was falling apart in a blink of an eye, I have been pondering on the concept of illness.
Perhaps because illness is an old friend of mine; perhaps because it is a good friend of my husband right now. I see it as the fruit of unbalance, a creative force into the humbling healing process journey.
Some of the colors of this journey are: the shock of having to stop “life as usual,” the loss of identity of who you once were, the physical and emotional pain, letting go expectations, projects, learning patience, understanding the whispering voices of our body's messages, slowly adapting to a new life path, and finally Transformation and Healing.
To me, Coronavirus spreading his wings of fear and death into the world is not any different: it feels like the embodiment of the humbling healing journey of humanity. And like any healing crisis, it will take patience and faith as this process cannot be shortened.
If we really want to benefit from the wisdom of its teaching, we cannot rush into a quick fix or we will be left by its ravages.
We have been waiting for this for a long time, the birth of a new world with less polarity, more love and compassion for all lives and
the ecosystem and with no disparity between human beings.
Like any birthing process. it is painful. We are in the midst of mother earth's contractions and we are not yet sure if we will survive.
When I look through my window, I see the gift of this potential.
I see the beauty of the world we live in.
I see the sparrow kissing the apricot buds which just opened.