Thank god for work, beautiful beautiful WORK.
I don’t want to say, “Thank god that’s over,” cause it’s not. But, TRULY, thank god that’s over.
Okay, the situation still exists. There is still lots of anger and hatred in the world. But I no longer feel stuck in its sites.
I have an Action Plan, I know what I can do to help, and I’m gonna do it.
And, I have also seen things about myself and my “station” in this world that I never saw before.
It was painful as hell, but I have come to this New Understanding of things. And I am grateful to have had my vision clarified and then restored.
Also, thank God for the writing. It “rights the mother ship” when all else fails.
This time, the words didn’t stop. This time, I stayed in process. This time the words just flowed and flowed and flowed.
Most of them I shared with no one. But believe me, I was hitting that keyboard like oars on a lifeboat as I held on for dear life, while the ways of the world had their way with Beautiful Me.
It’s true that there is too much hatred and fear and pain in this world. But there is also, grace – love and generosity and joy and celebration. Most of the time, I try and put my attention there, and it is because of my station in this world that I even have the luxury to do so.
One of my Facebook friends talked about her anger at those of us who retreat to #spirtualwhiteprivilege when the going gets tough.
I don’t know.
I kinda sorta think that most good people are just trying to survive and make sense of this life. And, a lot of the time a lot of life makes no sense at all.
Besides, I have been rendered senseless before by the hatred of this world. And what good did that do anyone?
So, if you retreat a little into a safer cocoon during the siege of media warfare, so be it.
This time, there was no cocoon for me. This time, I was IN THAT STORM the whole time. I didn’t retreat, but I didn’t get the shit kicked out of me either.
So, sometimes one. Sometimes the other.
I’m sorry there is so much pain in the world. But, I can’t live in that awareness, either.
My job is to stay here. With Beautiful You. And try and bring hope to those warriors who have the strength for battle after battle after battle.
If that’s you, god bless you.
Every now and then, lay down your weapons and restore yourself. Right the mother ship.
Because life is beautiful as well.
Yes, it’s a privilege to know this.
Yes, it’s a privilege to live this.
Yes, I’m sorry that gift isn’t free to everyone who ever lived.
But I didn’t create that problem. And, I’ll do more to work toward a solution.
But for today, my work is here with you because THIS is where I can help.
And so it is.
photo: flickr, April Killingsworth