I went to a course exploring the energy of the body, the Eastern philosophy of Chi. There was one student there who resisted the notion of energy as Chi and could only rectify it for himself by applying it to a Christian god. There is nothing wrong with this--we cannot deny the energy we feel in this world, the light. And if we have to name it for ourselves? No problem.
But when we begin to name it for others? When we begin to take others' names away, replacing them (by force of any kind) with our own?
As they say in India: same, same, same, only different.
We have the same number of melanocytes in our bodies (the cells which release the skin pigment, melanin), but different amounts of pigment. The same, only different.
We are the same. Does it not follow, then, that our gods are the same--the same amount of light, just in different packages?
I know I've done it in the past when I didn't know what to say--offered the "at least you have x or y" comfort statement to someone who is grieving.
But think of that so-called comfort. Think of the last time someone offered it to you. Did it help? Probably not. Most likely, it just opened that chasm a bit wider as you suddenly thought "oh, man; am I being selfish grieving about this one thing when I *should* be thankful for these others?"
No. Of course not. There's nothing wrong with your grief. You are *meant* to feel that grief. You need to have someone offer their heart--a heart that's been there--and simply to sit with it.
Do not feel the need to "at least" do or think or feel anything. Feel what you have in your hands right now, in your heart. Let it do its work, because even pain is a step in healing.
Then, the next time you need to lend your heart, there will be no "at least." There will be silence and breathing and the beating of an organ steeped in the exper...