Imagine there is a dot on a piece of paper. It is I am. This is me, you, everyone. Here I am whole. I am healed. I am love. There is nothing to do. Nothing to achieve. There is no separation, no pain, no suffering. There is only peace. There is love and total connection. How can a single dot be otherwise? Here there is full alignment with source, God.

Now imagine drawing a large circle around the dot at its centre. This circle is not continuous, but is made up of millions of tiny dots.

This circle is also I am, you, me, us. The further out we go, the harder things get. From any one tiny dot on this circle, life is really tough. Here is where all the stories lie….

This is the full force of the storm swirling around the dot in the middle. Every tiny point on the circle is separate. Clusters of points on the circle’s edge look across the ravine to the other side and see only opposition. There is no way of reconciling these vantage points. There is only misunderstanding, hurt from separation, pain. It is the storm we are all being tossed about in. It is getting faster and more turbulent.

Here is where the wars start. Right now we are on the brink of world war 3. It is very real and there is much fear on this planet. Watching the news I get pulled into the storm. Talking to friends about all the things wrong with the world, pulls me further into the storm.

Feeling hurt and pain from other’s wounds opening up across the divide. Feeling shame that I couldn’t help this one, fear of what this other one might do, anger that this one hurt, imprisoned, abused, ignored… in a screaming, hurling chaos of pain in the throes of the storm.

Here I feel frustration that I can’t help everyone. Everyone and everything is under threat of extinction and this is very real and from this vantage on the circle I am feeling exhausted. It feels impossible.

I feel we are at a time in history where we are so connected to the world, to each other that we see and are within all the storms happening now. That now everything from this vantage point is so overwhelming that it becomes harder and harder to try to fix things. I try to fix this and that pops up. I try to fix that and the first thing starts to break down. I am so tired here in the storm. I start to shake and shut down, not because I don’t care, but because I can’t keep doing this any more.

I begin by watching myself in the storm at the edge of the circle and become an observer of it. I start to feel into my deep being as I allow myself to go inwards towards the centre of the circle. Just watching, observing, noticing.

I slowly withdraw from the storm. The storm will keep storming the same whether I lose myself in it’s suffering or not.

I feel the clenching in my body from the fear within the storm and I watch this and allow it to be there and notice as it slowly releases. I feel that there is space opening up there. I withdraw further and further into the depths of my being until there is no storm, no body, no story, no time and no form.

I feel into this and feel a well of power waiting to be drawn from, an energy humming and a love. I feel into this love, this deep well and feel it is eternal.

I am reminded of the ‘eye’ of the storm which is I. It is the eye that observes from the position of wholeness. From here everything is perfect, there is nothing to do, nothing to fear, nothing to heal, nothing to fix.

I rest here and know this will always be here when I need respite, when I forget and get lost in the storm. Oh to be here always. Home.