Am I the only one who feels like I was born at the wrong time? Maybe its cellular memories that are the reason for the longing of another time. Another time when communal living was the norm. Another time when everyone took care of each other. Another time when you took care of your neighbors the same as you would take care of your family.
Am I the only one who feels the suffering of others as if it were my own? What do you do when there isn't anything you can do to relieve their suffering? If only I could do this...... or if only I could do that...... What if there isn't ANYTHING you can do? I remember the story of the caterpillar struggling to get out of the cocoon. If help is given, the butterfly will not gain the strength it needs to fly. We see the struggle of others and wonder...do I intervene? Will it help or will it prevent them from finding the strength within themselves to fly?
Am I the only one who feels the need for community? What if the person struggling needs a little support. Perhaps helping the caterpillar would mean simply creating a safe space for it while it does the work of transformation on it's own. By creating the safe space we are supporting it. Protecting it, making sure no one tramples on it or injuries it in the process.
Am I the only one that feels sad that our lives are moving so fast that we no longer make the time to be in community. It's now a luxury that needs to be planned and scheduled. Even when we do make the time it has to be worthwhile. If we come together there will need to be something planned to fill the time.
Am I the only one who longs for the time when people would come together to share a meal and the evening entertainment would be listening to someone tell a story. Everyone has a story to tell. How sad that most stories will never to be heard because we don't make the time and we don't create the space for the telling.
Am I the only one who feels a great sense of responsibility to try to awaken the cellular memory of others to a time when community was family. A time when the community was the safe space for transformation.