Meeting the Grueling Moment
My mind has been running a familiar program in which I’ll be ok, happy, at peace, relaxed WHEN…. Clem doesn’t require my constant care, Donald Trump isn’t president anymore, children stop being murdered in Gaza and Yemen and Sudan, climate change has been taken on as an existential project by all of humanity….
Doesn’t sound like I’ll ever be ok does it? And yet I will not sacrifice my opportunity to engage with the grueling moment. I am rallying all of my strategies for the amplification of deep presence and Love. Indeed these qualities of experience are what propel us towards Purpose, and give zest and stubbornness to our moral adventure. Let us be animated by our deep connection to our bodies and one another as we continue to refuse apathy and remain tethered to our dogged sense of hope.
We can use our rituals of movement and cleansing, as in Sound Bath, to strip away the gunk of overwhelm and renew our loving hearts. It is in the circle of collective care that we may find the energy to participate, stay stay stay in community and multiply our impact.
In this first year of motherhood I am peering through my exhaustion to garden an important belief. As clearly as I can see what kind of world Clementine deserves, is as clearly as I must see that I deserve that same world, is as clearly as I must want that world for all children everywhere. Love is starved in the terrain of exclusivity. The soul dehydrates in the come down from the quick high of domination. I read an Instagram post I loved that said “Absurd times call for absurd amounts of Love.” Fear not the effects of throwing your window of tolerance wide open to include humanity. Insist on the dignity of all people. Let this Love philosophy guide your feet to your yoga mat, your foreign policy, your phone calls to your reps, your potluck energy, your extension of your time to your neighbor, your purchasing power and your tending to the Earth. We must all rock the boat in our own particular ways. Together we can create a tsunami of good works. When I forget, will you remind me? When your eyes grow dull, I will lift your gaze with my Love and call you back to your heart.
I love you so,
Hilary Elizabeth