sometimes admitting that you are struggling and asking for help is the downright hardest thing in the world to do. no one wants to be the person whining to their friends or family or even total strangers. we don’t want to assume that our struggles are necessarily worthy of outside help. or we have taken on the idea that we should pull up our bootstraps, button our top lip, and get on with things.
one of the best things i learned from my first and most wonderful yoga teacher, who has passed away, was that asking for a little help can be such a wonderful thing to do. when she was diagnosed with cancer she told all of her students. she said, “this is so much to bear and so much for my husband and my family and we would love help.” and she allowed her friends, students, and even people who she barely knew to cook meals, walk with her, get books at the library, and meditate and pray for her. yes, she opened her heart to help.
recently it seems to me like people i am close with are facing so much struggle, including myself. marriages are under strain, jobs have gone missing, and mothers are welcoming babies who are born with challenges never imagined by any of us. while i do not feel like this blog is the space to share the stories, i suddenly decided that asking for a wee bit of help cannot hurt. i am hurting from all of this. i try to remember what i have learned from sandra ingerman, that feeling sorry for does not bring anything but more negative energy. i try to transform the pain into white light and prayer and healing and strength. all i am asking here is if you have a little extra to give please send it this way. positive vibrations will be happily and lovingly accepted by me. please.
and even more so, thank you.