It hurts. Some days more than others, to be human. I wonder what it would be like if we measured the birth pains of all the mothers of this world on a single day and compared them with the pain humanity is experiencing on that day. So much pain. And with all of this pain we endure.
I sit with the very real pain of mothers who bury their children, lovers whose partners lives are snatched from them hours before their sacred wedding day. I hear the cries of a son realizing his daddy will not be there to teach him how to be better than him. I mourn those lives snatched away by bullets and bombs, on blocks or in busy shopping districts. I witness loved ones searching the rubble for family members they dropped off to go shopping or standing outside of schools where they sent their children to learn. And I wonder what lessons we’re learning.
Each day, in some city, in some place around the world mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, husbands, wives, sisters, friends and lovers ask what it is going to take for our world to change. The breaking of our hearts, the shattering of illusions that it won’t happen to us is calling upon us to relinquishing all trust in a system based on consumption. Consuming not only products and services but people and in the worst of cases, spirits as well. For that is where the path leads if we remain on it.
Yet, as I look around I’m reminded by each person I see that there is something more at hand. It is difficult to see and at times impossible to feel. We might forget until someone else shares it and we remember that, we are more than this. Then like a blade of light piercing the darkness a new thought finds it’s way through and we recognize that we are still alive. We might not call this living but this breath we’ve heaving isn’t a lie. No, the lie is what has been and again we remember, we aren’t broken. No matter how much pain we’ve endured, it has not broken us and even though we feel broken the Truth can again be heard, that we are more than this.
And we tap into our cellular memory and recall that something within us we’ve inherited from our ancestors. Without knowing how we find our way up off the floor. As the tears leave a trail of salt upon our face a surge of strength and power can be sensed. It takes a while, as if one by one each cell in our body is involved in a chain breaking reaction. Our senses become acute, and the sirens fade as our Spirit hears the clarion call and we answer. We won’t be silent, that’s no longer in us. We won’t be blinded, it’s not with our eyes that we see. We cannot sleep because this world has awakened us.
It isn’t our anger that call us, nor is it our pain. Injustice is neither our inspiration nor the driving force of our lives. It is something more than all of this and has neither limits nor conditions. It is love. Before this world there was love. Before any person dominated another there was love. Before nations were divided, cultures were exploited, rain forests were depleted and corporations began to frack things up, there was love. Love will not allow us to remain silent to the abuse of powers and the neglect of those in need. Love will not allow lies to divide us, love won’t be conquered. Love will not allow us to remain on the sidelines, witnessing the plights of others and go shopping. Love reminds us of what happened to others as they were shopping and vanquishes the fear as we act. This isn’t romance or a script, it is the Truth of our existence. The strength of souls is unbreakable, the fire in our Spirt is unquenchable of the love that we are is indomitable. The world will continue to spread its lies and with our indomitable loving we’ll reshape this world in our image; LOVE!
I love you today, I love you always in all ways!
In service to love,