Transmuting Suffering into Service:
An Open Letter to my readers
Sharing my process has been my salvation. There are many things that I can no longer do but what’s been given to me in abundance is the space for reflection, contemplation, and soul-centered process. I’ve come to see, wrapped in the disguise of Lyme disease, a gift of a different kind of life and a rich opportunity to be of service.
Before I got sick, I actually had a lot of judgments about people who were ill. I assumed that these people were ‘making themselves’ sick somehow, influence by the law of attraction, and I thought that these people were somehow inferior human beings—yep, I said it. The truth is that there is absolutely no way that you can truly understand something until you’ve been there and had the experience. It’s easy to be on the outside looking in and to think you get it.
While some individuals are fueling dis-ease in their bodies through faulty thinking or lifestyle, more often than not I believe that these brave souls signed up for harrowing ordeals to further the evolution of their soul. I believe that different lifetimes serve different purposes. We are not all called here for the same mission. Some of us have signed up for some heavy-duty contracts not because we are flawed, but because that is the next step in our souls evolution.
If your life path has nothing to do with soul-evolution through undergoing or if your process entails basking in the light and not needing to explore the shadow, I simply acknowledge that we are on different paths. There are as many soul paths as there are people.
Increasingly, I’m writing, with people who are undergoing in mind. People, like myself, who are asked to deal with really big stuff, like Lyme disease, every single day. I believe that there is a deeper thread in my writing that speaks to anyone on a spiritual path, but I also understand that my work is not necessarily for everyone and I make no claims that it is.
I’ve decided to share my journey and really put my process ‘out there’ for a few reasons. First, because reflection and expression are two of my soul medicines and I can’t not reflect and express in the same way as a fish can’t not swim. Secondly, writing is my salvation. It’s one of the things that I love that I can still do. Lastly, it’s the best way I’ve found to transmute my suffering into service and I feel that it’s the highest use of my illness experience. People write to me consistently thanking me for expressing aspects of their own healing journey that they’re unable to speak to. As a result, I’m working with people one-on-one now, partnering with them in finding meaning in their undergoing and uncovering the treasures that might be buried a little deeper than they’ve been able to navigate on their own.
I am sharing in earnest and from my deepest heart. I’m showing up for my healing as graciously as possible every single day. I don’t claim to have all the answers—or any answers really—or claim that my truth is universal truth. All I know is that I must do this…I must reflect, share, and serve others on this path. I’ve come to believe that this is why I fell ill in the first place and I’ll go even further to say that this is why I’m here.
Thank you for reading. Thank you for your comments, your 'likes' and your encouragement. Thank you for sharing this journey with me. I have nothing but love for you.
From my soul to yours,