Earthquake in my Gut

“People will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel” Maya Angelou

It comes uninvited. It is impossible to put words on it, and it shakes us at the highest level of the Richter scale. Prejudices and, all the words that finish with “ism”. They sometimes come, crawling on us, disguised and hidden inside the good. They caress us with velvet gloves then gently with a smile pierce our soul softly, sharply until it cracks and ends in pieces. It is not depression, sadness, anxiety, just an earthquake that starts in the gut, attacks the brain and spine leaving us unbalanced. Nothing to grab to lean onto, the world trembles and feels like air all around.

Words hit us hard, non-words shatter our souls. We tremble, we fall, we stand up. We fall again, we stand up again. Each time we rise the soul needs to be rebuilt. But there is no such thing as soul rebuilding more like kintsugi patching. The gold dust is just for appearances for when the soul gets hurt again, the wounds reopen at each earthquake.

What is that earthquake in my gut, that Tsunami in my eyes, that volcano in my heart? It is the pain we got served by or that we serve others, sometimes without knowing and other times very well aware of it. Be kind always, under each shell there is a soul that needs your love.