Seek out the goodness you may have missed and seek to become that for someone else. If you know what it is to walk alone, then try to come alongside and provide support for the lonely.
If you know what it is like to be hungry, seek to help others be fed. If you understand pain, be there to support someone else as they struggle. If you missed out on love, then seek to love in every single way you can.
You pain then becomes your superpower. The very things that made you cry, will be the gifts you bring into the world.
By seeking to heal and bless others, you may very well find healing too. Joy shared is joy multiplied. May all beings be at peace. ~ Victoria Cayce
Within my infirmity, deep inside my cracked and shabby heart, tiny pieces of who I once was, flake and float away.
I bow my head, unable to express what cannot be expressed. My words, like swirling smoke, rise now enshrined in sighs.
The very pores of my soul, not indomitable, sweat out the what lies beyond mere speech.
And I become like the first ever who cried. That primal first human form, that struggled upright, and stood shaking, gazing upon things that out-strode comprehension.
The cup of humanity, passed down the ceaseless string of time, moves to me, as it does all in turn.
Even so, in my broken frailty, I rise – because like all before-I must.
I know the luminescent milky stars inevitability yield to the breaking light, giving credence to dawn’s alchemy over night’s fortress.
Perhaps the scars upon the skin of our collective soul, like crisscrossed marks on a map, will be transmuted into a compass of greater hone.
Or maybe it shall be a pyre. A conflagration of our struggle, lit like torches, burning against the muted skyline, marking out a path of for others in shadowed lands.
Now I know why the green shoot breaks the casing of its own self.
Why it must rise past the painful planting that gives it birth.
Why even if it was laid low in strife and confused suffering, made as if to die, it chooses instead to live in fullness, becoming the healing that it longed for. Rise and resist my sisters. For this is why we were set ablaze, to give birth to our own souls so that we may heal the world itself. by Victoria Cayce
War, destruction of the planet, bigotry and racism are symptoms. Fear of the other, and greed are the underlying diseases.
There is no us. There is no them. We are, whether we like it or not, a unified whole because we share the same sacred earth and vaulted sky.
Like raindrops, we come from a common source. If we begin to care for one another, the illusion of separation vanishes. There is no boundary between us and the planet either.
Life is co-dependent, interrelated, and inseparable from itself. That is the nature of who we are and what we must be. You cannot sow hate based on fear and reap peace.
You cannot strip the planet bare and think that it will not affect you. Just as dye cast into a cup of water changes all of it, each of us is lessened when one group is marginalized or one habitat is destroyed.
Love is an act of open and powerful resistance. Peacefully rise and unite. May all beings be at peace. ~ Victoria Cayce