I’ve been waking up and thinking of the immigrant children separated from their parents. I’ve been spontaneously crying in my car and kitchen. I’ve been wishing I could talk to my therapist every damn day—she says we are all feeling it.
I had a call with my core team this week and even though we were present to the purpose of the meeting—to talk about developing our capacities—what none of us said was that we’d each had fall apart moments that week. Because… it feels like the world is falling apart. And we’re feeling desperate for the sweetness that summer brings. We need to swim and love and laugh so we can keep doing the work that must be done. We need some quiet land to catch our breath on, a night with fireflies to feel the softer possibilities. We need to affirm our belief in deep beauty.
I am acutely aware of the togetherness in my life right now. Who do I gather with? Who am I holding and being held by? Where is the shelter of shared values? Who’s with me in the longing and the resiliency? Who wants to get there together? (So many of us).
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I want to press my forehead to your forehead and hold your face in my hands and say, “We have to stick together.” And I won’t let go of you until you say it right back to me. I want to go into every cafe and tower and do this with each stranger so we become knowing friends. Call me. We have to stick together.
I want to erect a red tent in my backyard where the Feminine Creatures can come to cry in-between the marches and our endlessly generous life-giving.
I want to write love letters to every Sensitive Soldier who is working to protect, provide, and prevail with all the things that are deeply good and right. Thank you.
I want to give my life to Life and get on with it… with the deep pleasures and the very accessible euphoria; with the agonizing things that need our Light to transform them. With the lake. And the love. And the demands. And the justice.
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I am examining where in my life I can be more impeccable in linking desire to deed. CARE-FULL. I am making space to breathe more deliberately.
I am listening to my diamond wise friends. I am in a constant expression of gratitude for my safety and abundance. And I say this prayer: May all be so blessed. I am not giving a shit about anything other than intelligent love. I resolve to be the change—with my voice, my touch, my resources.
It’s late in the cosmic day. Every choice we make is carving the future. We are the new makers, right on time.
Here’s what we can do:
Find a lake, or invite a friend over.
And take the deep beauty you find and mix it with your pain and your morality, and head back out and keep making.
For your fellow Feminine Creatures, Sensitive Soldiers, and… everyone feeling it, please forward.
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