My stomach is in my mouth. I want to throw up. “X’s daughter swallowed a bottle of pills. She’s in the hospital. She attempted suicide,” my brother’s voice floats over the phone. Disbelief and shock arrive first, then compassion and tears. For X, for her daughter, for all those connected, for myself.
Events like this humble me, bringing me to my knees. I envision a world where all beings feel so deeply loved and valued that suicide and suicide attempts are but a distance memory, only referred to in stories around the fire. I dream of a world here the pain of being human in an imperfect world is balanced with a deep sense of joy and reverence for all of life. I breath in peace. I breath out love and forgiveness into the web of compassion that blankets the earth. Remembering that I am love, I breath in and out to bring lost souls and broken spirits back into the community of love and life.
So it is and so it shall be. Aho.