Quite literally, I took a tumble today that looked like amateur hour at the Cirque du Soleil. I was multitasking at the time, as usual. The irony is I was having a conversation on my cell phone lamenting the necessity of organizing the assistance of other people in funding projects in Kenya. My daughter and I started a very small non-profit, World Care Connections. She is a nurse and spends her vacation time traveling to remote villages in Africa on medical mission trips. As I was telling someone this morning on the phone " it would be so much easier if I could just do the whole thing myself". Boom, next thing I knew I was in an unexpected and intricate yoga pose on the family room floor. Just when I am thinking I should be doing this project on my own, I fall flat on the floor. I hate asking for help, especially financial aid. I want to save the world but hate trick or treating for UNICEF. The lesson here, though, seems to be that none of us are meant to go it alone. There is huge energy in people working together in compassionate connection. We all feel better being part of something for the greater good. It is not just about raising funds to support a baby rescued in Kenya to have medical care, food and clothing. It is about encouraging people here to feel the power and joy of making a difference. Creating connections for making the world a better place by interacting with people here as part of the project is as vital as the end result in Africa. I almost lost sight of that.
So, as my bruises and sprains heal, I will take comfort in the lesson learned from Mother Theresa. "I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love."
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