It’s my opinion that you don’t need to be nuts to consider leaving the planet, in fact, it could be argued to be a reasonable line of thinking. Because, come on. Yes, life is beautiful and rich and astonishing, but also there is an enormous degree of unconsciousness. Greed, violence, such uncertainty. It's a wild ride on Earth right now. A sensitive soul gets scared, or just tired, or simply chooses to follow the call home.
But I want to remind myself and others that this, too, shall pass. Whatever it is, if you’re feeling despair or joy, sickness or health, confusion or clarity. For decades, I strongly resisted the Buddhist thing about impermanence; it unsettled me. They say that nothing we can see-hear-smell-taste-touch will last, nothing we can experience will stay. It’s all like clouds passing. Objects, emotions, thoughts, situations. For an anxious person who feels safe only when things seem under control (talking about me here), the idea of impermanence can be pretty threatening. But this is changing for me. It’s starting to sink in deeper that there is very little “out there” that I can control. Even within myself, stuff just arises. I sense the futility of trying to make myself perfect, of trying to get happiness or security or love from any thing in the world, this world overflowing with cloud-like things, no matter how solid or promising they may seem.
I also sense that there is a thread through everything. An underlying or permeating or essential truth that does stay, has always been, will always be. And I sense it is very Good. There is a sense of relief in giving up the struggle to make Life be different than it is.
So if you’re thinking of checking out, it’s understandable. Just also consider that Goodness weaves its thread of light through you, too. And no matter what happens in your mind or in the world, it shall pass, and the Goodness at the heart of things is always waiting quietly. This is your true home.
May we trust in the One thing that will not change. May we recognize That in ourselves and each other. May we listen to our own pain instead of squashing it. And celebrate the tiniest blessings in our lives. They tend to multiply under our appreciative gaze.
A wise teacher recently shared a David Icke quote with me: “Even the mighty oak tree was once just a nut holding its ground.” I want to drop the insanity of trying to cling to some opinion, or to prove or defend anything, and just be a seed resting in the earth. Allowing Life to lovingly grow me, ever flowing and changing in the ground of what always stays the same.