Calling All Readers: What is your Happy Place?
Lately, I’m suffering from a serious case of weltschmerz— a Yiddish word meaning “world weariness.” Based on your letters and feedback, you’re feeling it too.
In the past few years, the world seems to have gone mad. Reading the news is like playing a game of Dungeons & Dragons where every character you encounter has rolled a perfect 20 in the alignment of Chaotic Evil.
Even worse, the people that we know and love are leaving us much too soon. Parents, grandparents, children and friends, taken away by addictions they just couldn’t kick; freak accidents that no one saw coming; rogue diseases that had no business being in their bodies in the first place.
Take a wellness census in my neighborhood and you’ll tally two strokes, three terminal illnesses, and one passing that could be attributed to a broken heart. We also bore witness to the motorcycle crash that claimed the life of Black Tusk bassist Jonathan Athon, while still recovering from having lost our incomparable Ben Tucker just seventeen months before.
Last week I lost my childhood friend, Jeffrey “Meat” Gadbois, to an aggressive form of colon cancer. Meat was a brilliant poet and visual artist with absolutely zero filter when it came to speaking his mind. He also had the biggest, most loving heart of anyone I’ve ever known.
He is survived by parents Marilyn and Stanley, brothers John and James; all of whom buried his sister Janet just a few years back.
As you read this now, you might be reminded of someone just like him; a light unto the world, whose passing has left you feeling like your heart was robbed at gunpoint. Lately it seems that guys like Meat are not Death’s exception, but its rule. Even more so, in groups of three.
For sixteen years, I have studied with The Ascended Masters. Their teachings have helped me to embrace this amazing new energy that brings important changes to our planet. Intellectually and spiritually, I understand that loss is a necessary part of the process. Yet for all of my training, I am gobsmacked and reeling from the emotional burnout brought on by this non-stop mourning.
One of the things I love most in life is bringing light, love and positivity to everyone I meet. I’m upbeat and joyful more often than not, but this constant exhaustion is corroding my morale. Sadness and grief are a natural part of life, but they contradict our inherent state of wellbeing.
It’s time to nip this sucker in the bud before it can blossom, dog forbid, take root.
And so, my pals, I am turning this column over to you. How do you stay positive in difficult times? How do you bring light, love and joy to the world? Please tell us about your Happy Place so we can benefit from your insights.
If you’re feeling overwhelmed right now, what do you need? How can we help? Is there a resource you’d like to see that’s not available? A special community you’d like to build? Please let us know what we can do for you.
Thank so much for keeping your eyes, ears and hearts open to those of us who could use a little boost of love and positivity. And thanks for spreading it generously.
As always, I am sending much love and light to you. I look forward to sharing your thoughts.
Originally published in Connect Savannah (page 37)