The world is full of suffering, it is also full of overcoming it.
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Yele Haiti- (Wyclef Jean)
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My heart aches for the suffering, the grief, the unimaginable loss, the fear, the unknown, the vastness and depth of it all, for those in Haiti and for others around the world suffering in much the same way. I think of them and hold them in my heart, hoping that help finds each person and hoping that any little thing we might do will provide aid and feed compassion.
To that end, I reject all messages of hate so odious it defies comprehension. I also reject the idealism and elitism that embraces the idea that one's thoughts and intentions brings to them what they have asked for, like the message promoted by The Secret and other snake-oil purveyors. The idea that anyone could have brought upon themselves the sort of suffering that a 7.0 earthquake brings to an already impoverished country, simply because the people weren't thinking correctly, is absolutely hideous to me, and I reject it absolutely. I bring this up because I know that I live in optimism, hope and joy--intentionally, with full knowledge that not everything is within my power and that there is no magic genie who will provide for me or others--and I fully know that I have the option of living a joyful life because of my elite position, being born white, American and otherwise priviledged. I reject that the law of attraction works for me, but not for others in the world, simply because of my station. I had no more choice in where my soul landed than did anyone else's soul on this planet. I bring this up because during horrible devastation like this, I find myself alone with these thoughts, this feeling of outrage at such blindness and cruelty, more than ever, as so many around me seem to not see the dark side of this belief-system. So I will continue to have hope and continue to act, to embrace joy, if for no other reason that others simply cannot. So this is my prayer for the mothers, the fathers, the children of Haiti:
May you find them safe and whole.
May you find help, aid, now, not later.
May water quench your thirst.
May food pass your lips.
May hands reach out to you and hold you up and embrace you.
May you be clothed.
May you be healed.
May you be reunited.
May someone listen to your story.
May you have the chance to say good-bye.
May you have someone to hear your keening.
May you have hope.
May you, one day, find joy again.