A few weeks ago my inbox was flooded with spiritually-minded emails suggesting prayers and visualizations for healing the Gulf of Mexico. I haven’t seen many since. When I ask my spirtually minded friends how their healing attempts have gone, their eyes go curiously vacant. It seems that more of them have thought about doing it than are actually doing it.
I understand. The scale of this ecological disaster is so huge, it’s difficult to take ourselves into its center. But I’ll share what I’ve experienced, as it puzzles and surprises me. The first time I tuned in, I found myself eye-level with the water, surrounded by drops of oil. This happened for several days. Sometimes the weather was sunny. Sometimes there were clouds. I gathered I was there to simply sit with the situation, like sitting with a friend at the hospital. I listened to the lapping sound of the water, then returned to my livingroom. In further visits, I was eye-to-eye with oil-covered birds or with fish swimming in oil. This was frightening and I wanted to back out. But in their eyes I saw such fear and confusion, I got the courage to remain. This seemed important, to be calm and reassuring as they died. This too happened for several days, until I found myself surrounded by black. I was deeper, within the oil. The oil itself seemed confused, not knowing where it was. I found myself encouraging it to find the ones who wanted to contain it. I don’t know if that was right. Lately, I’ve found myself above the water, mostly in cloudy skies, looking at idle boats. I’m not sure what this means or what I’m supposed to do. I just keep tuning in, offering my heart, and hoping that others are doing the same.
Does it matter? Does it really help? I have no idea. I just keep going where intuition sends me. I’d love to hear what’s happening for you.