Ho'oponopono: Drinking the Tears of the Clouds

 "Next time you have a swig of water, remember that you're drinking the tears of the clouds."

~Martha Beck, life coach, author, and social scientist

Like most of the world, I have been shocked and saddened by the earthquakes, tsunamis, and radiation emissions in Japan this past week.  So much suffering, with 18,000 counted dead so far.

Radiation is contaminating spinach and milk in the Fukushima region so far, too.  The area is known for its rich farm country that feeds its nation -- including with melons, rice, and peaches.  People in Tokyo are afraid to buy fresh produce.   

Not to mention that the Kilauea volcano on Hawaii's Big Island has been spewing lava 65 feet into the air again, and civil war in Libya is expanding into international conflict.

All at the same time.

My homeopathy class met in San Diego last week, beginning on the same day of Japan's 8.9 scale earthquake.  One of my classmates is from Tokyo, and had arrived in LA the night before.  Fortunately she learned that her family was okay, and chose to move ahead with the class.

But here's a very weird synchronicity.  Our classes are planned in advance, with dates selected so that everyone can come.  Topics and cases are prepared ahead of time according to our need, not what's going on in the news.  

It so happened that for this past class our topic turned out to be radioactive elements, volcanoes, and the like.  Who knew that as we studied, Mother Nature would be displaying these very same things?  After all, these can be remedies for someone's illness.

During this same time, certain members of my family are having their own meltdowns -- seemingly not connected to all the above.  Or is it?

Along with my Ho'oponopono cleaning, I have wondered if Mother Earth herself is not cleaning.  Her work is cataclysmic in scale, while mine seems minuscule.  Am I seeing it at all, or possibly the lack of enough of it?  I don't really know.

The point is that, as Martha Beck tells in her quote above, in water we are surely one -- not only with each other, but with Nature itself.  We drink the tears of the clouds, sharing molecules with the stars and each other.  My Ho'oponopono cleaning affects molecules and memories in you, or in someone injured in Japan. 

Your cleaning helps me when I cry, and when the world cries.  In our own small spaces, we are each responsible for far more than we know -- and as we clean, the memories come off of all of us.  Even the Self-Identity Through Ho'oponopono web site appears as a white board this evening, with the word "clean" on the title bar. 

So thank you for your cleaning this day, this night.  As I drink my water, I am cleaning with all of you.

Peace begins with me,
Pam