I saw the frantic posts light up social media on my phone \u2018Let us know you are safe!\u2019 My heart sank,\u00a0I 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\u2019t cry as I felt this stoicism to persevere through whatever comes engage my operating system. I didn\u2019t cry when I saw friends post near and far \u2018shaken but alive\u2019 reflections on this all too common event. I didn\u2019t cry as I thought of the response that inevitably flowed from our public officials. I didn\u2019t cry.<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t cry for those who died the day before<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t cry for those who died last week<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t cry for those who died last month<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t cry for those who died last year<\/p>\n
in Cities, in communities, in neighborhoods\u00a0around the world<\/p>\n
As nothing but rhetoric flowed<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t cry.<\/p>\n
After all the actions, inactions and information was processed and life once again resumed with that ever dampening feeling of \u2018on to the next\u2019 I thought of my \u2018love\u2019 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.<\/p>\n
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In listening to one of my teachers Marianne Williamson speak after the latest deep assault on NYC and the will of our country \u2014 she offered an open hearted acknowledgment and a shift in perspective, past the judgement, right up to the door of forgiveness\u00a0 \u201chate was able to get to the man who drove the truck into the bicyclists, because love didn\u2019t get to him first.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her point. Hate recruits with a vengeance and Love not so much.<\/p>\n
It gave me pause in my grief and anger.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
In hearing this, I thought\u00a0\u2018how could I be more loving? How could I do more?\u2019<\/em>\u00a0I 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\u2019t 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.<\/p>\n 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.<\/p>\n 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?<\/p>\n 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?<\/p>\n 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.<\/p>\n 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.<\/p>\n 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.<\/p>\n 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;<\/p>\n My stoic hearted damn broke;<\/p>\n swelling my chest, deepening my breath, squeezing my heart, releasing from the depths of my being \u2014- tears.<\/p>\n Tears for all the heartbreak. Tears for all the heartache. Tears for all.<\/p>\n I cried for those lost.<\/p>\n I cried for the families who have to deal with the pain of moving on now and forever.<\/p>\n 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.<\/p>\n I cried for this young man lost to love and all our sons and men lost to this waring battle with hate.<\/p>\n Confronted by the idea that love didn\u2019t 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\u2019s 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.<\/p>\n I cried as I thought of my unforgiving thoughts toward this man.\u00a0 First do no harm to others.<\/p>\n I cried into the anger that rises in light of senselessness acts of hate that hides the truth \u2014 this is a beautiful world filled with beautiful people.<\/p>\n I cried for a 29 year old who fell over to hate<\/p>\n I cried for those who died last week<\/p>\n I cried for those who died last month<\/p>\n I cried for those who died last year and years before that<\/p>\n I cried for those who will die tomorrow because we choose war over peace<\/p>\n in Cities, in communities, in neighborhoods\u00a0around the world.<\/p>\n I cried to mourn what I need to mourn.<\/p>\n I cried through my prayers for a world reborn.<\/p>\n 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.<\/p>\n 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\u2019s rights.<\/p>\n I cried for those whose voices I hear, answering the cries that pervade the earth.<\/p>\n I cried because I love this world we live in and all the people in it.<\/p>\n I cried as I remembered Love is an inward practice of connecting within, finding the unforgiveness and releasing into the field of possibilities.<\/p>\n I cried in celebration for all\u00a0 the many tender hearts doing amazing work in the world to lighten another\u2019s load, to feed, nourish and support our world\u2019s children.<\/p>\n I cried with joy for the many sharing the gifts they have been given.<\/p>\n I cried with wisdom as any idea born from love has the power to create untold miracles.<\/p>\n I cried knowing Love is available in every situation.<\/p>\n I cried as love enveloped my\u00a0tears<\/p>\n flowing into a prayer.<\/p>\n
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