Taking Care of Others
Taking care of others is a sacred way to affirm Oneness.
We humans pass through a variety of stages, the early ones identifying ourselves as the center of the Universe. This “egocentric view” is primitive, but most of us stay stuck in it over the course of our lifetimes. It is reflected in the ancient belief that the Earth is the center of the Universe. We grew out of that belief, just as we grew out of the belief that the Earth is flat.
We haven’t been as developed in moving past the view that “it’s all about ME.” Sometimes I think about being with a group of survivors after a shipwreck and how everyone would become family pretty quickly. The illusion of folks as strangers is just that…an illusion.
Today I was in the parking lot of Whole Foods (also known as “Whole Paycheck.”) There was a young couple with twins who looked about 4 or 5 months old. (The twins, not the couple :) The babies had blond hair that was standing on end as if their little fingers had found their way into electrical outlets. The parents looked tired and were packing up their vehicle, but when I laughed (out loud) and said, “Wow, look at their hair…It looks like electricity got to them,” Dad laughed and said he wished he had their hair. Mom said that their grandmother makes the electric analogy all the time. Oneness… no strangers, only fellow travelers on the Path of Life appreciating the flaxen beauty of new blond hair.
There is more about us that’s alike, kindred, than there are differences.
Trapped in the fortress of our minds, stuck like Whirling Dervishes in thought loops and troubles of our own imagination, we mistake our thoughts for truths. Most of our thoughts were implanted by others who, by virtue of their own troubles and delusions, projected those thoughts upon us. Did they, or do they, have the right to tell us who we are and who we are not?
If we have the opportunity to outreach, perform acts of kindness and compassion, we are affirming our connection with that which is beyond “me.” We are all in this together, survivors on this great blue orb whirling through space.
Perfect, no. Sacred, yes.
With love, Rosanne