Is love, sweet love….
We are knee deep in the throes of a collective consciousness power struggle. Some are rising to the challenge, some are capitalizing on the division, some are simply lost in the fear and confusion that is unsettling us all.
In the past we have fought these power struggles with might and force, feeling vindicated in our righteousness when we appear victorious, or retreating to our corners to plan our next attack when faced with defeat. This is neither the time for conventional brute force or meek retreat, this is the most perfect time for love. For embracing what makes us human, our capacity to be aware, to be conscious, to be co creators of our destiny.
Some are calling it #woke, some use #metoo, others #timesup and most recently #marchforourlives. Whatever words you choose, understand it is a call. A call to arms in fact, those beautiful strong arms we use to hold each other up when dropped to our knees, those arms that can gently cradle a baby with love and safety, those powerful arms that can reach out to another person and say “hold on”. It is an age old call, the world has heard it before but never more timely and powerful as now. It is our chance to unleash our fierceness, that raw energy that makes an everyday person a hero by an act of inspired bravery, that felt sense that starts as a low rumble in our souls and emerges as a primitive battle cry. But this time we wield it with love.
We have to love ourselves as never before, so we have the ability to love another. We have to set aside our differences of man/women, right/wrong, us/them and come together for a powerful meeting of the minds. Now is the time to embrace our natural gifts of tenderness, compassion, understanding and empathy, but not as a show of weakness, oh no, as the show of divine strength that is our birthright, and lives within the heart of us all.
Authentic power comes from our soul, it says “there is room for us all." Our differences are our strengths, it is how we compliment each other. Where I might lack information or experience, you become my needed puzzle piece. Where you might be rushing in blind, my eyes can see the danger ahead. We need each other to thrive and survive. Life is not a competition, the term “human race” is not literal. There is no finish line one group will ever cross.
Our goal while we are here to lift the experience of everyone, and we do that through love. Love your neighbor, love your community, love the stranger, love who you perceive to be your enemy. Show others mercy, seek to understand, walk gently upon the earth, and join hands in solidarity for we are all in this together whether we are choosing to participate or not. This is the tipping point where enough loving voices, strong supportive arms and conscious positive energy can change our global experience.
….it’s the only thing that there’s just too little of.