I have a co-worker who is often annoyed by my determined cheerfulness. We have reached the point where we can tease each other. Thankfully, we each have a slightly warped sense of humor. For example, I will come into the office and greet everyone else “Good morning!” I greet my co-worker with a rough-voiced, “Morning!” I am a person who wishes good things for others, but I am aware too that just because I wish it does not make it so. On the days I am unable to muster the usual enthusiasm, and say to him, “Things suck!” he will sagely nod his head, and comment, “Now you’re talking.”
We’re each of us here in this Earth Walk solitary spirits in our own bodies. And yet I feel a larger force animating me, the winds, the trees, the waters, the fire of the sun in my heart, and the ground upon which I stand. There is a need in me to share, to be social, and yet an equally strong need to seek the quiet places and spaces where the noise of other people’s negative emotions is not so loudly felt. Both states of experience are good to me.
Yet I feel further a need to be mindful that a good emotion is not so easily achieved by those who experience the state of depression. As I write this, I am thinking of two people who have been close to me in my life, both coincidentally born on the same day (May 2) and whom experienced debilitating depression of the mind chemistry type. And I am further mindful that there is nothing I could offer either one, except to show up where they were and just listen, and accept who they are. There is no blame to them. My sibling, who was one of these people, passed away two years ago on Christmas Eve, of causes caused by her extreme smoking, a slow suicide.
Depression is so little understood by people who, like me, find it relatively easy to be happy. One of these two people, a Reiki Master, said that another alternative healer had once told her that she should be able to beat this thing on her own. So my friend struggled through six months in bed without medication incapacitated by her illness. Once she went back on the medication, she had a relatively normal life again. As I said, people do not understand that medical depression cannot be overcome by will alone. I would like to see more folks being patient with other people undergoing conditions we do not understand. After all, if each of us made this a mindfulness practice, wouldn’t it be a better world?
Creator, for all of our differences, there are areas where human beings are still very much the same. We are happy, sad, ecstatic, depressed, healthy, ill, on the fence or off it. We love, we hate, we are peacekeepers or warriors. Allow my heart to expand to allow others their own emotional range, yet when I can make someone’s day a little better by cheerfulness or simply listening, I thank you for those opportunities too. Amen Aho