The Process of a Miracle.

My word for today is~Understanding

Photo by Burnshuh

The many colorful strands of life, delicately weaved in and out the experiences that universally connects us all to the magnificent tapestry of understanding.

My first trip into NYC was when I was about 9 years old. Only about an hours drive from my home in Long Island, it was a feasible afternoon for the family. We visited the Museum of Natural History, rode on the subway and took a trip to the toy store FAO Schwartz.

This memory is etched within my memories, not because of the places I visited or the things I did with my family that day, but because it was the first time I was introduced to the “world” at large.

This was the first time I saw a homeless person.
The first time I saw someone begging for food and money.
The first time I saw how no one cared.

As a child I couldn’t wrap my brain around how people lived on the streets and begged for money or why people looked down and away or showed such disgust towards them .

I didn’t understand.

On the way home from the city that day I remember clearly stating that when I grew up, I was going to open a store just like FAO Schwartz and let all the homeless people live and work there so they wouldn’t have to live on the streets.

I made a decision that day that when I grew up I would help people.

This memory has stayed with me through out my life and is one that often surfaces from the inner aspects of my subconscious to remind me of the very declaration I made so many years ago, that one day I would make a positive difference in the lives of others.

It came to me as of recently how the life I have lived up until this point and aspects of the things I have experienced all provide me with a key factor in providing help to others as they struggle within the limited confines of the experiences in their own lives.

Understanding.

I know what it is like to struggle in the silence and loneliness of a life void of hope and I know that I have walked upon a path of healing that has led me to a greater depth of understanding and compassion for those lost on those very same paths.

I understand the desperation.
I understand the hatred.
I understand the anger.
I understand the self-destruction.
I understand the self-loathing.

I understand these strands of existence, because they are some of the very same aspects weaved into my own life experience. I have the inner depth and capacity to offer a thread of hope to weave into the lives of those who seek understanding….

A single strand of understanding I can cast out to those who drift too far from the bigger picture of life.

My life, my journey, my path is one I have wandered upon, lost for many years. But now has become a path to a greater understanding of self and others. Now I extend these threads, these aspects of me to those that follow behind me and let them know.

You, me, I….we are never alone.