Last night after the gong bath, while I was writing my last blog, my cousin, who was also at the gongs, called and wanted to come over. She has been struggling with inner conflict and had kind of withdrawn, she has felt embarrassed about her conflict, and has not wanted to reach out.

She came to the gongs on her own. She has always come with me before. I was so glad that she came. I was surprised, because she doesn’t usually come to the Friday night gongs. I was with my two friends, and introduced her, but it was almost time to start when she got there, so we didn’t get to talk.

After, I saw her in deep conversation with the woman next to her, a woman I’ve gotten to know a little, and I was happy to see her in a deep intense conversation. I stopped by her, and just asked her very quietly how she was doing. Her face was streaked with tears. I asked her if she wanted to come to my house after, because I just could see she needed to be around people.

She came…she didn’t get to my house til almost 11, which is already past my bedtime. I kind of felt that I wouldn’t go right to sleep anyway, because I needed to digest and assimilate the evening for myself.

Anyway, I think I helped her. I really do. And I loved being able to help her. I love being able to help people who want to be helped. I’m going to see if she will come over again this weekend and let me give her reiki. She needs the hands on, she needs the unconditional love. I hope she will.

It seems to me that this might be a path for me to follow. To help people to find that spark within themselves. She has been into alternative therapies, practicing them for so long, much longer than me, and she’s a spiritual counselor. She has helped me so many times. But she can’t apply what she knows to her own life. I think this is common. Where people know what they know, but can’t do it for themselves.

By the time she left, she was not crying, she was communicating, about what she needs to do, and the obstacles she faces. She was much more positive. It made me so happy, to have actually helped her. To convince her that just because she can’t see her own light, it still shines, it’s still there.

As it is in everyone. Whether or not you believe it, makes no difference. It’s there. It can’t NOT be.

There are people who cover it in darkness, and that’s their comfort zone. There are those who have covered it, and ignored it, but want to let it shine again, finding out that living in darkness is no way to find happiness. It’s no way to joy. There are those who try to let it shine, and when human weakness takes over and they act out in a way inconsistent with shining their light, they endeavor to change that behavior.

It’s the people who actually want help to shine, that I want to help. Not sure how, but I do know that I can have a passion for it. Having seen my own darkness, I feel I might have some insight that might help.  All it takes is a crack in the wall, to allow the light to shine.  A crack, to let the light in, a crack to let your light illuminate the world.

Love and light, all.