Never Alone

Here’s the image: I’m lying on the ground, still a little scared, but I’ve moved far enough away from the edge of the endless black hole of despair that I’m not afraid of slipping and falling back in. The memories of being there, however, still linger. But the solid ground beneath me feels safe, warmed by a sun that cannot penetrate that black pit.

That’s how it feels, in this moment of coming back to life after two years of pain, fear, sorrow, and loss.

For the first time last night, I went out at night and I wasn’t filled with anxiety and fear. Dinner with beautiful friends, one of whom said to me, “you aren’t meant to do this alone.”

As lonely as I’ve felt, I never was alone. Throughout this experience I’ve been surrounded by love, friendship, kindness and support. Many times I could neither feel nor accept it. Yet it was there.

I dedicate this feeling: grounded, supported, alive—the feeling of HOPE—to every one of you. To everyone who suffers. You have strength and power beyond anything you can imagine. And you have love. Even when you can’t feel it.

This, I can promise you.

The road to recovery is a long and arduous one. But one we share. And so, let us travel together.

Friday Meditation begins again January 3rd, 11 AM Arizona time. We’ll broadcast online here: http://www.ustream.tv/channel/meditation-practice-institute