i used to dream that i was free and now i know i am. maybe it’s just getting through the winter each year that shows me i am more than this current darkness. and that can really be applied to the world at large. living in a country that openly supports a racist, bigoted, misogynist “president” i find myself seeking out the allies. my fellow freedom fighters. the revolters, the rebels, the beautiful song singers that keep speaking light, that keep speaking life in a country gone mad with recklessness, hatred and fear.
i find peace in loving people on an individual level. i start my revolution with the action of compassion. because when i really think about it, people hate because they’re afraid, so if i can do one small thing to show them the beauty of what is possible, if i can do one small thing to take away a piece of that fear then i want to do it. i want to show myself too that fear is only a way to die while i’m alive. so why encourage it? why encourage fear past the point of it’s usefulness. which is also debatable. anyhow, i want to see what’s possible when you show people they are loved.
and i suppose these ideas have been incubating in me slowly. i keep turning them around, seeing what they do when i apply them in my life. and turning them around again in my head. and i really am noticing that when i feel this contagious joy, it really is contagious, other people can feel it too and benefit from it, from the connection, the exchange of healing. i really do believe we carry energy with us wherever we go and we do have that power to move for healing, to engage in a very powerful work of healing. we do need it desperately. and we can realize it together. ❤