To Love and be loved is so basic to our beings it is necessary fuel that nourishes our hearts and creates connection. It’s always a great time of the year to count our blessings, to remind each other that love is an everyday choice we make to consider the possibility there is another way, to […]
I saw the frantic posts light up social media on my phone ‘Let us know you are safe!’ My heart sank, I steeled myself and dropped into the news and saw the photos and read the headlines. Being from the East Coast I know how deep the ability to keep going, to plow forward, never forgetting the transgression, I didn’t cry as I felt this stoicism to persevere through whatever comes engage my operating system. I didn’t cry when I saw friends post near and far ‘shaken but alive’ reflections on this all too common event. I didn’t cry as I thought of the response that inevitably flowed from our public officials. I didn’t cry.
I didn’t cry for those who died the day before
I didn’t cry for those who died last week
I didn’t cry for those who died last month
I didn’t cry for those who died last year
in Cities, in communities, in neighborhoods around the world
As nothing but rhetoric flowed
I didn’t cry.
After all the actions, inactions and information was processed and life once again resumed with that ever dampening feeling of ‘on to the next’ I thought of my ‘love’ work in the world and all the amazing people contributing to our common health and wellness, who are deeply loving this land we have come to embody and share with our neighbors, visitors, and communities.
In listening to one of my teachers Marianne Williamson speak after the latest deep assault on NYC and the will of our country — she offered an open hearted acknowledgment and a shift in perspective, past the judgement, right up to the door of forgiveness “hate was able to get to the man who drove the truck into the bicyclists, because love didn’t get to him first.”
Her point. Hate recruits with a vengeance and Love not so much.
It gave me pause in my grief and anger.
The young man was captured by a sick ideology and gave over because love did not reach him in the 29 years before he got behind the wheel and turned it into a testament of hate, and destroyed the lives of those who had much to contribute, disappearing them from the world.
In hearing this, I thought ‘how could I be more loving? How could I do more?’ I am a love activist, at work in the areas of our collective heart, building, nourishing a love platform, I proactively work everyday to send out loving messages and be a loving presence in the world. A miracle worker, if you will. I work to demonstrate love. I don’t always get it right but I am involved in the effort and committed to social justice as love in everyday action and with care and work I practice kindness and love as a way of being.
I know Love requires sustained effort and calling in and moving forward, it is a verb, and when we put it into action miracles occur naturally as expressions of that love.
What could love have done in the past 29 years to shift the trajectory of the world that Man inhabited that lead up to the moment he was lost to a vehicular murder of innocent people?
What might we consider as we continue to co-create a field of love so great and connected and powerful that hatred will never take root and sway our children toward hate full ness?
The answer is simple as most things are. We pick ourselves up. We dust ourselves off. We forgive and we move forward with more love.
In fact, we continue to create a field of love so great, aligned in earth harmony, that worlds will shift, thinking will evolve and the fiercest spaces and places of hate will transform into present loves full and fertile in complete miraculousness, now and forever.
It is no secret, we know better, and there are many ways for us to do better. How often I want to do more and expand my sharing when these things like this happen, I wish I could do more. In this thought, and seeing this young man, who was caught in an ideology bent on destruction. A man in so much pain and suffering the only way he could be heard was to destroy.
When I thought about this world where we can lose someone to hate as they are taken over by a vibration that is not loving;
My stoic hearted damn broke;
swelling my chest, deepening my breath, squeezing my heart, releasing from the depths of my being —- tears.
Tears for all the heartbreak. Tears for all the heartache. Tears for all.
I cried for those lost.
I cried for the families who have to deal with the pain of moving on now and forever.
I cried for our lost boys in positions of power who so desperately want to be heard, who want love, who want to know respect and who are stained by grasping power instead of a loving power that enlightens the ages.
I cried for this young man lost to love and all our sons and men lost to this waring battle with hate.
Confronted by the idea that love didn’t reach this young man. That he was infected with hate and felt it was his duty to kill others. Confounded by the idea that anywhere along the way, this man’s heart could have been transformed by love, by understanding, by kindness and how that was lost in the currency climate that has pervaded our civility.
I cried as I thought of my unforgiving thoughts toward this man. First do no harm to others.
I cried into the anger that rises in light of senselessness acts of hate that hides the truth — this is a beautiful world filled with beautiful people.
I cried for a 29 year old who fell over to hate
I cried for those who died last week
I cried for those who died last month
I cried for those who died last year and years before that
I cried for those who will die tomorrow because we choose war over peace
in Cities, in communities, in neighborhoods around the world.
I cried to mourn what I need to mourn.
I cried through my prayers for a world reborn.
I cried as nothing but rhetoric flowed from Public servants designed to steward our common goodness, to use our public funds for common wellness, forget, forget, forget.
I cried to release my frustrations at the 40+years of misallocation of resources and hate spewing, back door dealing, money glorifying BS that has raped our public good for the perverse wrong use of power to enslave free men’s rights.
I cried for those whose voices I hear, answering the cries that pervade the earth.
I cried because I love this world we live in and all the people in it.
I cried as I remembered Love is an inward practice of connecting within, finding the unforgiveness and releasing into the field of possibilities.
I cried in celebration for all the many tender hearts doing amazing work in the world to lighten another’s load, to feed, nourish and support our world’s children.
I cried with joy for the many sharing the gifts they have been given.
I cried with wisdom as any idea born from love has the power to create untold miracles.
I cried knowing Love is available in every situation.
I cried as love enveloped my tears
flowing into a prayer.
Let love not come too late.
Let love not come too late.
In this prayerful completion, freedom prevailed.
Grateful to Marianne for all that she has born witness to and the sharing of her life and her experiences with A Course in Miracles. When she recounted hearing serial killer Charles Manson testify in conscious rant at his murder trial “…every time you have turned your back on anyone, that is who I am.” a bone chilling bolt of electricity highlighted the truth. Hate will fill the void left by lovelessness. Her point being that this moment is when we do harm to others, where we inflict wounds that sow seeds of hate, when we do not act with love, that place where we do not love the other as ourselves. When we withhold love it hurts and that hurt bears unnecessary suffering, when being loving would bring connection.
It is easy to be angry, it is easy to lash out, it is easy to want to punish.
What isn’t easy?
Showing up differently.
What is possible?
Reaching out to understand another.
What do we need to do?
Build bridges of connection.
In this light
Where we have we gotten it wrong, we are going to make right use of love.
We, today, wake up, and act in right use full beds so we celebrate the joy and power available in each heart we meet. Where is it we can show up differently with love and kindness a d strength to remind our selves .
I rise into this moment and remember there is work to do, there are things to clean up, there are ways that I make the world a better place and I start with my house, my neighborhood, now. I With joy and understanding, in the every way that I can love the land I see that gives me so much and allows me the opportunity to not only live but to love deeply, completely and wholeheartedly.
Love will lead us all the way home. In our light filled commitment to move through the uncomfortable space of having the conversation, of being name called, holding space for all of it. Living in the beginning and ending of all that wholeness and healed expression and earth wellness means.
Let’s take this moment to find our inner power and love as powerfully as possible. Love is in action all over the planet. It is shifting storylines, waking people up and is in right use all throughout our communities.
My tears do not make me weak, they fuel the way ahead. They water the seeds of new possibilities where we remember our neighbor are ourselves. Where we know that what we do to one of us we do to ourselves. Who we are is a representation of all, the wholeness of the earth and its people, let us not diminish each other. Let’s go deeply into our hearts and our inner power and remember in that space of inner love and light we will meet everyone we know in the grace of a new world.
I didn’t cry because there is nothing I could do, I cried because I know the power of love to shift the trajectory and outcome of our communities.
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