You’ve probably never wondered this, but we’re the same you and I.
Sure, we probably won’t agree on everything. I have no doubt we’ll misunderstand each other at times. We definitely won’t like the same foods (tofu anyone?). You’ll have your daily routines that could – if I lived them – be my worst nightmare, and mine could haunt you right back.
I doubt we visit the same shops, we won’t spend our weekends in the same way, I know we’ll have different values and boundaries we live by. Fears, they will be unique to each of us. You could be dog lover or maybe you prefer the feline fur balls, or neither to both.
You may have children that you love fiercely, where as I don’t. Our daily worries will be different, fears unique, and our thinking and perception of the world we both are breathing in and out playing very different movies.
But, but, but, but, but … there is a big but.
It doesn’t change a truth that you and I are the same. We are both human, having a human experience. We’re connected. We’re here at the same time! How cool is that?
And, as Ram Dass says, ‘“We’re all just walking each other home.” We’re both heading the same way, on the same route, the way we’re walking could be different but right now, even if it’s just here, a brief moment, on this page, we’re still together.
It doesn’t matter what our education was like, whether or not we passed exams. The connection you and I have runs deeper than our talents, gifts, strengths, and weaknesses. It’s as old as the stars. It’s has nothing to do with hair color, skin color, or what we did or didn’t do.
Nope, we aren’t alone we’re making the trip together.
And sometimes we walk so fine: in our core, blazing one of those trails people speak about, at peace, full, centered, willing, forgiving, supported, with a sense of wonderment of all that is, loved and love, and with no doubt in our mind that we belong and are exactly where we are supposed to be,
And at other times we stumble.
When we think our adversity is owning us.
When we feel like we don’t belong here, lost, scared and struggling, tripping up and wondering if we are actually on the right planet some days. We’ll have deciding moments, and we may choose unwisely ‘darnit.
We’ll wander into ruts and rock bottoms, sometimes with our eyes shut. We’ll feel pain that we think nobody else has experienced before, we’ll hide, hide embarrassment, fail, fall, carry guilt and shame for a while and refuse to accept we are a gift to the world by simply being here. We may get crushed by the thinking we are making the journey alone.
Why I am I writing this? Because sometimes I need a reminder that we’re connected, like today, when moments of madness are here that are tripping me up.
On the days when I question what I am doing and why, I choose to stop and remember you, that you have asked that too. On the days when I’ve allowed myself to be sucked into a the fear of comparison, I remember that you have your own fears to face and love to invite to heal them. On the days when I read great writing: a stab of jealousy rises I notice – followed quickly by a disappointment – sitting heavy in my heart because I can’t write like that so why bother? I remember that you too have thought the thoughts and felt the feelings of not enoughs, less than and not worthies.
And so I’m sharing. As a reminder to you – and myself – that we are connected. We are soooooo not alone, we’re in this together. Joined at the heart, not at the hip. Connected, but not in the same room. Invisible threads. Having an experience that only another human could understand.
And I’m writing to remind us that if we’re weary from the wandering, lost up a path, disconnected from our core, having moments of tiny made ideas and unable to stand up fully right now, we aren’t alone. I’ll stick out my hand.
I just wanted to remind us.
Let’s walk on now, where to?
