As I was to start writing, I noticed this image appear on my Facebook feed.
How sweet, I thought. A gift from my guardian angel to help me with my task? Our online healing circle last November 11, 2023, was a beautiful constellation of 7 souls from different corners of the globe, each on a journey to wholeness like circling stars recognizing each other’s glow, feeling each other’s warmth, and taking a moment to pause, join our hearts and minds, and offer each other peace, love, and joy in thanksgiving for the gifts of stories of joys and pains shared before continuing on our individual ways.
To quote Anais Nin, “Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive,
and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.” Thanks to Amena Bal who I met on the shores of Lobo, Batangas in the Philippines almost 5 years ago I found my way to the healing circle. The Full Moon was the call to come together again to be bathed by its gentle light and help each other clear cobwebs that might have gathered in our souls. This time, however, we were guided by the rhythm of our lives when to gather which happened closer to the occurrence of the New Moon. Perhaps it was fitting as it was our first healing circle after many months. And since our last circle, so much has happened in the world. Horrific images and sounds of war bombard us. Communities of souls journey back to our home in the spirit, many of them children caught in wars among adults. Floods, tornadoes, and earthquakes have come to remind us of how we as humanity have forsaken Mother Nature and how powerless we are against her. So much unprocessed grief over losses, and farewells to dearest family and friends. Could we, perhaps, in all this turmoil unearth some unprocessed joy buried deep in our souls? The joy of being human? The joy of discovering that one never dies if one has truly lived? That we are one? That we are not alone? That we are loved?
A guided meditation through our chakras served as the opening prayer giving thanks to the life we have and the whole of creation that sustains it. Our minds and hearts come alive with colors made even more brilliant amidst the darkness brought by our fears. And then we shared stories.
As we listened to each other we echoed words spoken by the other, affirming that we had been heard. To be heard is so very precious in a world where our deepest longings are drowned by the noise of conflict and mistrust. The following morning these words came together for me. And the following day a tune to go with it.
This article is written by Rina Soriano from the Phillipines.