A blessed downpour of rain has just fallen across the valley where I live after five days of sweltering heat and humidity, which called for Environment Canada to issue heat alerts for all five days while the humidex climbed close to 40.
I’ve just finished preserving jars of tomato sauce from the harvest of my small garden and the coolest, most beautiful refreshing breeze is blowing in through the windows and balcony door, all of which have been madly flung open after these long days of non-stop blasting air conditioning.
It was also the first day back to school yesterday, with Labor Day signalling the end of summer for another year.
You may wonder what any of this has to do with love being a unified language, so I’ll get to my point.
I worked those scorching five hot days in a row…then I had two days to rest…then I took my daughter back to school…then summer felt over…then I bottled up the last tomatoes from my garden…then it rained and took away all that heavy humidity…then my heart had room to breathe again….and then I cried….and cried some more.
Through all of these endings and closings and beginnings and openings, I have been watching the heart -breaking and heart opening videos of the Syrian refugees. Those who have been welcomed with open arms of late into Germany, Sweden, and Greece – a symbol of a world awakening, and unbearably, those who didn’t make it, in particular, the little boy who was washed up onto a beach – that image…a symbol of separation, fear, power, and money…in other words… a symbol of war.
Being a highly sensitive empath, I’ve had to learn to go through life with my radar turned way, way, down so I can make it through the day, that is until I learned how to hit the ‘do not absorb’ button. Still, sometimes I feel like I’m an ostrich just burying my head in the sand and denying what’s going on in the world, and believe me, many others have accused me of such, but in truth, in order for sensitive empaths to do their real work in this world, which is to to remain grounded and centered enough to listen, look, and feel…but not take on, we must remain detached yet compassionate, an empath’s true gift. Way easier said than done at times.
This doesn’t make an empath special or holy. It mostly makes us crazed with the longing to live a “normal” life where we don’t feel the responsibility of the mission we know in our hearts is ours to the end – to live in as much love, peace, harmony, freedom, and beauty as we can create for ourselves and others.
Somewhere around 29 countries have opened their doors and their arms to the Syrian refugees, some of them tiny countries compared to the US or Canada, and some of them not even close to having the wealth of countries such as Israel, Saudia Arabia, and the United Arab Emirates, who are refusing to take any refugees. The numbers and countries are changing daily so it’s enough to just say that perhaps there is still hope for us as a humanity, whose world heart is slowly opening up to each other as brothers and sisters of the same family.
This was the cause of my tears this morning….with my heart relaxed and wide open, I could feel both the tragic loss and the overwhelming gratitude of the now four million refugees, and at the same time could also deeply feel the outpouring of love from the selfless, everyday people who have made a stand to be on the sidelines of roads, beaches, train stations or airports to welcome their fellow human beings with food, clothes, kindness, and open arms.
As a Canadian, I have always been so proud of my country, but at the moment I am saddened and shocked that our numbers are so low with a country as large and healthy as ours, (about 2,500 registered Mideast refugees) and the USA numbers are even lower. This compared to Sweden opening up to approx. 40,000 and Greece at approx. 88,000.
I want to be one of those everyday people holding up a sign that says, “Welcome to Canada!” I want to be handing out clothes and food and opening my arms to the untold burden of pain, loss and confusion they must be holding in their hearts.
Not because I want to be a hero, but because I want to be a kind human being.
I certainly know that if the tables were turned, I’d be down on my knees in gratitude to be welcomed and accepted by my fellow human.
Back in 2009 I wrote these words as the conclusion to an article, “Wealthy or impoverished, our true freedom will remain an ever-elusive dream as long as there’s a single human suffering or struggling for the dignity and basic right to thrive, not just survive in this world. When we as individuals begin to understand the true meaning of love, and begin living from this place, we will automatically give up the drama of our current existence and begin paving the road to freedom for all.”
May it be so….may it be so.