I’m not going to begin to say that I can understand what is going on in the world right now. I’m at a loss for words. I’m sitting here at my computer, and I feel like what can I possibly say to make a difference in the world’s state?
Is it helplessness that I feel, or is it just time to sit in stillness, reflect, and listen in silence? What we have been “doing” is not working; it hasn’t worked in quite some time. We’ve forgotten how to sit in feminine energy, the energy of receiving, being, nurturing, and intuiting.
The feminine is healing. It allows us to be still and to connect to the truth within. How have we stepped so far away from our truth that we have forgotten who we are?
I help divorced moms remember their truth, reconnect to their voice, and live a life of purpose. So how can my content help when the world is in survival? It’s what we have been collectively doing for too long, which is why we are finally exhausted.
What do you think of when you hear the word survival? Do you think of survival of the fittest? Only the strong survive? That would mean someone has to be weak or less worthy. It has a greedy feel. It has an energy of separation and isolation.
We are still not in the clear from the pandemic, black lives have been taken in the name of “justice,” and political parties have been deflecting blame like it’s nobody’s business.
It’s not a surprise to me that riots have been breaking out. I can only imagine what it must feel like to bang your head against a wall, and still, nobody pays any attention. Until now, this has gotten the attention of us all.
I don’t condone violence or harmful behavior of any kind. But here I am left with trying to understand where all of this is coming from. Is it possible that it has been brewing for generations, and like a volcano, its suppression is seeking to be felt by everyone? It seems that maybe the chaos is exactly what was needed in order to stand together and take massive action.
Isn’t that what we all did after 911? That was the only moment in my life where I felt like we were all united against an enemy that threatened lives. How quickly we forget what it looks like to be united as one.
The problem is not the symptoms that we are all witnessing; the problem is SEPARATION. We have forgotten that we are all one, and until we see this as “our” problem, we will continue to stay silent because this isn’t “my” problem. Jesus said it best, “Whatsoever you do to the least of my brothers you do unto me.”
As a white American woman, born in a time where privilege is at a high, I can honestly say I have no idea what it’s like to be a minority. It does not mean that I don’t have empathy or don’t want to understand or that your pain isn’t my problem.
My youngest son is biracial. I look at him and wonder if he will ever face the challenges that minorities face today. It breaks me that anyone would ever treat him the way minorities have historically and are currently being mistreated. Others have shared their experiences with me, yet I will never know the underlying fear they carry.
A mother will go to great lengths to protect her child, won’t she? Is this what is happening right now, Mother Earth is at her brink? She’s had enough suffering, and she’s letting us know we can’t possibly go on any further pretending like this isn’t all of our problems, that ignorance is bliss.
Staying silent is the same as doing nothing. I learned this in the aftermath of my divorce. There were things said about me and done to me, and most people thought it was best to stay silent and “not get involved.” And although this is not the same thing, I can see how damaging it must be when others turn a blind eye. I felt that unless the injustice was done to them personally, they wanted nothing to do with it.
We can’t go on pretending injustice isn’t happening, or continually making excuses and saying, “they must deserve it.” None of us deserve to be unseen, unheard and treated as if we don’t matter–we all matter.
That’s why I love writing; it allows me to express my truth and hopefully permit others to express theirs. Our voice matters, not because we want to persuade people to think as we think, but to have a conversation about our experiences.
I write about my divorce experience and what it is like being a divorced mom. I don’t expect everyone to know what that is like, but I am sure after reading my stories, you may be able to empathize with what it might feel like, and maybe have more compassion for other divorced moms.
I hope we can gain from this time, empathy and compassion, and maybe curiosity about what life may be like for others that have been dehumanized. We are all brothers and sisters, and it’s our job to get inside the discomfort of it all, to lean closer, to learn, and grow together, and to DO BETTER.
I don’t want to survive anymore. To hope and pray for this all to be over, so we go back to “normal.” After any destruction is a time for rebirth, to build something new. How can we start planting the seeds so that we can move away from fear and step closer to our truth, which is and will always only be LOVE?
I’ll be the first to say that I don’t have all the answers, but I am willing to be a student forever. I know that I come with nothing but pure intentions for doing better, not only for myself but for my children’s future. We can only do better when we are willing to learn from this experience.
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