the terrible gift of others' misfortunes

This week three tragedies made their way down the narrow valley of my consciousness. They remind me that 'tragic' and 'magic' are bedfellows. the first is, of course, the globally witnessed flash floods on the Tibet/Nepal border. Compassion and sadness arise unannounced. Our own problems or overwhelm suddenly seem minuscule - the terrible gift of others' misfortune. the second and third are personal and tiny in comparison, but both have brought to light some facts I'd ignored. A deluge of fantasies I held about two kin I love drowned out by deception and covert actions. Love remains for these two, but the illusion of holding onto a 'polished and perfect' picture of them and their lives (and including me as being held in affection by them) is, for now, over. If I am unwelcome for whatever apparent reason - true or false - in their 'kingdom of consciousness' [see last post], why would I try and stay there? Why would I keep them in mine? B. Lorraine Smith's recent post on Linked In…