Sometimes I feel scared about the direction the world seems to be going in. Some days, I see the goodness clearly. I work to support people working for positive change. I try to be the change, to let go of what I can’t change and change the things I can. I tell myself, I’m doing my part. Other days, I want to pull the covers over my head in the morning and watch Star Trek bloopers on YouTube in the afternoon.
When it’s hard to let go because worrying is so familiar, when we don’t know what else to do, we can look to the truth that has always been there for us. We can hold on to what is good and let the worries trickle away through our fingers. What is good remains.
A Pueblo Indian Prayer
Hold on to what is good,
even if it’s a handful of earth.
Hold on to what you believe,
even if it’s a tree that stands by itself.
Hold on to what you must do,
even if it’s a long way from here.
Hold on to your life,
even if it’s easier to let go.
Hold on to my hand,
even if someday I’ll be gone
away from you.
“Hold on,” gave me strength in the darkest times of my past. But when I didn’t feel like I could hold on anymore, a power greater than myself carried me, or dragged me, or just held me, until I was ready to continue on the journey that has turned out to be worth all the heartache. Experience leads me to believe we will be okay. Maybe even better than okay.