Our capacity for changing the things that we care so much about, continually awes me. We’ve been talking about the “why” of crappy things that happen. I had a lady cry out at me some time ago, quite rightly questioning my “Everything happens for a reason” philosophy.” I’ve extracted from what she said:
“There is just too much awful stuff in the world for me to be able to accept that everything happens for a reason. What could a precious innocent child learn from the kind of treatment that happens to some of them?”
That is such a good question and not one that is answered for you, by me talking about my insights and beliefs. My belief and knowings are not useful to you, specially on such a painful subject. This lady’s question goes to the heart of “What do WE believe in about these things?”
I’d go so far as to say it’s difficult or maybe even impossible to find that place of open hearted, fierce love, heart anger that’s needed to effectively change the crappy things that are happening to children (to use this lady’s example), unless we HAVE opened ourselves up to understand why these dreadful things happen. That understanding is what shows us how we can best support that person in a way that can actually change those circumstances that produced that problem in the first place.
AND it unleashes the profound energy for change that is at the heart of the rightness behind the wrongness that is The Paradox.
If there’s something tearing at your heart that you need a hand with, to find your understanding, come into a live event and we’ll hold the energy for you while you learn to figure it out and experience the powerful force for change of that energy at the heart of the Paradox for yourself.
Photo: Koalas are down to about 100,000 in the wild, decimated by habitat destruction, predators and a debilitating disease. This is another example of the usefulness of being open to the question of “Why is this happening?” and “What’s the Big Picture here?” if we want to contribute to change what’s happening. Photo of a wild koala in her garden is by my dear friend Donna Prestipino.
