Recycling

I went to my favorite event of the month, mediumship development, last night. We did the usual preparation by doing a group meditation, led by Carrie. She has us fill our virtual back backs with the baggage we carry around (daily stresses). Once the pack is full we push it down this incredibly deep well. The well goes all the way out to the cosmos.

Last night my pack was blissfully light, a few items in it, but my heart was light. As I pushed my pack into the abyss and Carrie instructed us to see it sent to the astral plane I wondered how could it be recycled, who would want my worries?

Then I thought of tens of thousands of souls who would give anything to have any one of my problems. The "burdens" I carry usually revolve around bills, or too much to do, or a disagreement with someone. But if you think about it... how many people in this world would love to get a bill for something, to have credit, to be able incur a debt without being imprisoned? To be able to buy food? To be able to buy a toy for a child?

How many lonely people are there that would love to be in a disagreement with someone, because it meant human connection and discourse.

How silly of me to just toss these things out as if they were burdens. Aren't they all the joys of life? Even the hardships? Don't we realize that to miss someone means we've loved someone?

I wonder how many things I'll put into that back pack next time?