Shalom [or holding the world in my arms]

I remember attending a celebration in honor of Martin Luther King, Jr. when my oldest daughter was a young girl. The experience of having such overwhelming love and compassion for the world was still new to me back then and I spent many moments feeling such a deep connection to the world, I felt as though I was one with the earth. In fact, I often still do.

I remember listening to the musicians playing with my eyes closed and tears streaming down my face as I imagined holding the world against my breast, rocking it and just holding it in love. I have imagined this many times since then.

I see a lot of people feeling fearful and in pain right now. I see some people in my country in mourning and others feeling confused and angry. I see a need for love and holding.

On this night, I am once again holding our beautiful planet close to my breast so it can hear the heartbeat of the Mother. I am engulfing the planet with love and nurturing, rocking back and forth, back and forth slowly and singing “Shalom” gently and tenderly until I feel it relaxing into the sweet peace of love.

It’s going to be okay. We’ll get through this. You are loved.

~Peace to your heart.~