I was shocked and saddened by the news that hit me Friday morning when I woke. Before I could even grab a cup of tea, my daughter sent me a text. Anthony Bourdain has committed suicide. Right on the heels of Kate Spade’s suicide.
All across the world, people were shaken to the core to hear that Robin Williams had done the same some time ago.
My heart is heavy.
We are moving too fast people. We are grasping and running and reaching…for what? Yes, it is very difficult to make a living…to make ends meet. We are all working long hours. Our mental health care system is broken. Too many people who are suffering either fall through the cracks or somehow not being treated properly. I honestly don’t know what the answer is. I think it is a combination of a lot of things.
Each one of these people had access to the very best care. They all had so many people working for them and so many people that loved them.
What do we do? What do we do?
I am at a loss. There has been too much loss.
Perhaps, in our own lives, we can stop for just a moment and breathe. Perhaps these tragedies serve as a reminder that life is precious. We are here to love and to be loved.
I am a huge believer in the power of meditation to transform a life.
To simply be still, to turn inward and cultivate gratitude. To meditate on the abundance of all of life. To take our eyes off of our problems and the paper tigers and broken dishes and take just 15 minutes to sit, breathe, and think about how all of creation so generously shares her gifts with each of us all day, every day.
All of this crashing beauty, all that your body has carried you through and the children it has given you.
It is all a beat by beat, moment by moment symphony…just for you!
The sun sets a beautiful pink and orange and soon is gone. The flower blooms and then it fades. And right behind each, is another sunset, another flower. Life just keeps on giving and giving.
Please, make a commitment, set an intention (and an alarm if you need to) to take those minutes. To close your eyes and take a deep long breathe, to let your gaze fall gently in between the brows and simply be still enough to hear the miracle of your own heartbeat. Becoming still helps us to release our grasping, hoarding, fear-driven appetites. It helps us to realize that we are already so generously cared for. And out of that knowing…we are able to relax enough to help others. To smile at strangers and hold the door, to give a good word of encouragement to someone else. We are here to love and to be loved.
I cannot help our mental health system get fixed. But, I can love more, be more available to my neighbors and friends and the people standing in line behind me. And I can, I MUST raise my children to do the same.
Blessings to all of you. Peace to you today, and every day.