The last few days have been rough... Anytime I have had the opportunity to stop and be present I have been entirely overwhelmed with the pain of this Earthquake. I don't say sadness, because that isn't quite it. It's definitely more along the lines of pain, an understanding that something is deeply wrong right now with the world. I've been alive for many major tragedies and I have never felt them so acutely- I don't believe that I was naive, nor do I believe I am being dramatic now. When I found out about this event I felt something within me break; this is too much. It felt so obvious that the world is trying to speak to us, to tell us that we've gone too far, taken too much. We've pushed so far ahead over the past century and have forsaken so much of where we came from: our family, our Earth. Last night I finally sat down and had to write, the emotion became too much. I felt the grief of the people, I felt the anger of the Earth, I felt my own personal guilt for having recently been to this place and received so much, uncertain of what I gave back in return (if anything). And so I wrote, honestly:
"Every time I have a moment to stop and be still I am overwhelmed with the pain of Nepal- the pain of the Earth. The mother has spoken- Sagarmatha, Chomolungma- and we need to listen. I don't know if my pain is for the people as much as it is for the energy of this planet. And so I pray. I pray for the Souls that have been lost, the Souls that are crossing, I pray for the Soul that are left to rebuild. I pray that humanity starts listening. She is angry and tired. Tired of being taken from without replenishing, without even gratitude.
Chelsea M Latham
When I was a kid my mom would occasionally refer to me as a Reverend, because I had the need to speak so passionately about just about everything. Little did she know that some day I would build a business upon sharing the wisdom that I am so passionate about. So here you go, here are some bits and bobs of thoughts strung together for your enjoyment.