I don’t know about you, but 2018 has been a whopper of a year. I feel like I said this in 2017, also.
There is a heaviness in our world right now that is palpable. It hangs in the air. Is it smoke from forest fires or tear gas? No-I’m not making light of these situations, but the state of our union hasn’t been this heavy in my lifetime.
After 9/11, the days following the attacks on America, we clung to one another like life rafts, in danger of sinking. We welcomed neighbors and strangers, enveloping their losses as our own. We didn’t care about religion or color-we were never more together than in that moment, even when we were being ripped apart.
Although it only lasted for a moment, it was a reminder of pictures I recall seeing after World War II. A broken country came together because they had to.
I believe we are there again. The question I have is, how does one simultaneously live in a place where your own country feels like a battle field, while still remembering there is hope flourishing, too? How do we stay focused on the fact that when the soil turns over from the dead and barren, it then produces new soil with purpose and promise?
I have to believe the only way through the thickness of the air is to clear it out. Maybe we needed upheaval to remind us all there is so much work to still do. Racism, sexism and homophobia have reared their ugly heads again, but it can’t sustain what’s it doing now. It will always come back around, but so will we.
We have to be better than babies getting shot with tear gas and unarmed black men spilling their blood in the streets and children dying in their schools and politicians who have turned their backs on their citizens for money.
We are better. We are lost, but I have to believe we can be better.
There is scientific proof that love is stronger than hate. Oxytocin is called the “love-hormone” your brain produces to connect you with other human beings and it’s what associates empathy and positive life experiences. It connects mother to child. Hate, on the other hand, produces stress, which cause cortisol levels to rise, thus producing toxicity in the body. See? By nature, love is designed to win.
When your soul gets weary with these things-stand up. Speak out. Make noise. Take action. Then plant trees and dance and laugh and play and love harder than you ever have.
When you get mad-get busy. It’s OUR earth. It’s OUR children. It’s OUR right.
Keep moving, friends. It’s not over, yet.
And yes-Love will win.