The Risk of Goodness and Delight
I have been absent from this space for some time. For the past month I have had the feeling that I have been engaged in battle. A battle no one but I could wage. I was in a vortex. The intersection of forces colliding. It took all of my strength to stand tall. My boots anchored to the ground. Make up by way of armor. Laptop instead of sword. Bombarded.
And yet I stood my ground. Let no one push me over the line. Digging deep, I have found a new depth to my strength. The fog is lifting. The tides receding. I have a new understanding of my abilities. I am allowing a sense of achievement to wash over me like a gentle rain. There is no enemy I cannot vanquish. I stand tall and proud of who I am and what I can do.
Through it all, whenever I lifted my head from this war I was waging, I was shocked at what I saw. It seemed the world has gone mad. Every time I turn on the news. Every time I open a web browser. Between my battle and the world's battles, I was beginning to lose faith.
Then, today, a friend shared this on Facebook, and I cried.
On days when there is no light
when grief eclipses the sun
we must have the stubbornness
to open our eyes, our ears, our hearts
to what is good and real in this world
I think about the children I know and love
I think about the children I don't know and someone else loves.
and I think...
they deserve a world like the one in the video not the one that's been on the news lately.