Below is a prayer that is performed each morning by His Holiness the Dalai Lama. It is also the unspoken prayer of my heart. I dedicate this to all my readers who have supported me through this month. I know that there were times when the subject matter was not of great interest to you, yet you still showed up in support of my efforts to play my part in bringing that little bit of extra healing to this world. One of you even ‘liked’ my Facebook page every day that I posted these writings. You’d already been to my blog site, yet you took the time to show me that the support had substance.
This month has had great meaning to me. It has shown me that what I write has a place in the hearts and souls of people who have suffered in similar ways to me. This month has brought a huge flow of traffic from Facebook, people who have asked for more of my words, giving my own journey through horrific pain a new dimension of meaning. It has brought to life the healer in me that I thought had left this world with my beautiful son.
With every ‘like’ that popped up on the screen, came a new injection of energy. Whether you read the daily posts or not is of no significance to me, for I know that the energy of love and support was there and it kept me going. It is not easy to write a post every day, especially since the words seem to pour out of my heart, filling the page with what seems like a billion words. And because you were there, keeping my spirits up, those who really needed those posts found me. It proves to me how much we need each other, how we are vital links in the chain of life. This month I have truly experienced the spirit of ‘Ubuntu’, which is an African word that means ‘I am because of you’. From today, I will be working on setting up additional sites for those who need specific guidance, and it is because of your love that others will get a little more help with their inner wounds. My gratitude to all of you can never be fully expressed.
May I be a guard for those who need protection
A guide for those on the path
A boat, a raft, a bridge for those who wish to cross the flood
May I be a lamp in the darkness
A resting place for the weary
A healing medicine for all who are sick
A vase of plenty, a tree of miracles
And for the boundless multitudes of living beings
May I bring sustenance and awakening
Enduring like the earth and sky
Until all beings are freed from sorrow
And all are awakened.
— Shantideva, Indian Buddhist sage 700 A.D.