No, wishing to turn back the clock of time won’t help. Or waving magic wands for an undoing of some sort.

What bought us to this place of evaluating, of questioning, of sorting out ourselves and others were the actions unfolded by each and every one of us that day. It was not one, but a series of events and stories needing to be witnessed and voiced by all but those who do not see except what they want to see. Do not hear except what they want to hear.

Anything less than what already happened tiptoes around white tigers in the room. There is courage and conviction by calling the tigers out into our vision, solidly facing them; willingly and knowingly risking the work we all need to do. Facing the tigers dissolves their power over us and renders them harmless. And in that we have faced our darkest selves and banished our fears.

Anything less cements our rose colored glasses in place, blinding us until the moment the tiger strikes us down with one fatal blow; bleeds the last bit of life’s blood from our veins. That is not the risk I am willing to take; to live and love blindly by order, or fear, or guilt, by obligation, or manipulation of someone else’s dream, desire or story.

And is that not what Love and Devotion are all about? Knowing full well Love is not always kind or generous. Knowing full well Love can be as harsh and dark as it is soft and filled with light. Being fully willing with eyes open to the dark and the light. Who are the fools? The ones who only travel by the light of day because they are scared of the dark? Or the ones willing to travel the entire path whether that be light or dark?

I have no desire to be the fabric so woven with all that glitters that all who come across it are merely fascinated and then blinded with the reflected light. Where depth cannot be seen in the intricacy of the weave with its many hues, twists and turns, and frayed threads.

I have no desire to be the one of the Sirens of the Sea who lures Sailors with lyric songs. And when the Sailors throw themselves overboard they find Sirens who drag them to the murky depths of a cold, lifeless ocean; to their death. I have no desire to create myself in that illusion for anyone else’s illusion.

Do I wish for healing all around? Do I beg for healing all around? Of course. Do I remain arm extended, hand out and palm open to help in that healing? Of course. But I don’t necessarily expect anyone to heal me, but me. I don’t expect to do others healing work either. Some of that we do together. Some of that we must do in our own heart of hearts.

Because in MY heart of hearts I do believe Love begets Love and unconditional Love and acceptance heals all.

At the very least, it heals us personally. And what is more important? Nothing, no matter who accepts it or doesn’t. It’s their loss in non acceptance of Love, because Love opens us. Love never closes the door even when hurt and pain step over the threshold with it.