Dealing with the grief

I am experiencing disbelief and grief – every stage of grief.

I feel betrayed, abandoned, frightened, sad, helpless and mad.

Everywhere I turn I am confronted with this madness, this threat, the weight of this new reality, that feels like a science fiction novel. The source of all this misery is in my face every day. He means to hurt my family, my friends, and people I don’t know. He means to hurt people he doesn’t know. It’s not personal.

But it is.

Who let him do this? Why is no one stopping him? The people and rules that should have prevented this have failed us. And still many people think he is on their side. That he is not out to rape and pillage. I was reminded last night of the Jonestown tragedy. People are once again drinking the cool-aide. This time, it’s an erosion of freedoms, an atmosphere of hate, a slow-acting poison.

I am beginning to see a parallel here with domestic violence and incest. The people who are supposed to keep us safe are causing us harm. The people who are supposed to keep us safe are allowing another family member to violate us. It’s no wonder so many of us are stressed, not sleeping, crying, snapping at one another and feeling a sense of dread.

I can’t forget the feelings. While I move against him with letters and phone calls, I will remember to love wherever I can. Including myself. Rather than reminding my fellow wounded to act, reminding them of what’s at stake, I wish to provide respite from the deluge of bad news and SHOULDS. I need a break from my vigilance now and then to gather my strength and remember why I am standing up against him, writing letters, making calls, volunteering and marching.

We need each other, now, more than ever. We may not all realize it, but we are all at risk. Except those who are a 1% WASP male. Even still, it will effect someone they know.

So, if this resonates with you, join me in making time just to spread the love. I used to get sick of all those cute animal posts and pictures of food on Facebook. Now I could use more of that. We have turned Facebook into a support group, where we’re always talking about the problem and commiserating. We need relief. I know I do. Let’s flood Facebook, Twitter and Instagram with things the he can’t threaten.

I will not give away my serenity to the likes of him. I will place my trust in the LOVE we share as humans. LOVE will win.

Bring on the babies, the kittens and the messages of hope and victory.

 

photo of Camano Island, WA by Jeffrey Lemkin

Forgiveness as a way of life

We are each other’s salvation. Forgiving a grievous wrong evinces a love so great that it cannot possibly fit into just one body. And it doesn’t. Those able to forgive are vessels of the LOVE available to all. They let that LOVE overflow, and with it peace and joy. And in so doing, they gain that peace and joy. It is a beautiful paradox.

Many things we forgive were never there in the first place. And others are wrongs committed by people enslaved by harmful beliefs.

We are not better than the forgiven one because of our knowing or because of our forgiving. We are not all on the same path. We all arrive at OUR truth in our own time. If someone has not found their truth yet, it is not because they are lesser. They are merely taking their time. Some things cannot be rushed.

Being LOVE

“It’s not about being right. It’s about being love.” I wrote this August 2013 for my Godson on the occasion of his 18th birthday, and it’s stuck with me. I’ve also put it into a song I wrote with my husband, Kevin. It applies in so many situations. If we were more concerned about loving our fellow man/woman than about being right while they’re wrong or being good to their bad, many of the world’s problems would dissolve. We spend a lot of energy hating the haters. How does that help? Maybe they don’t know any better and haven’t been able to break away from the conditioning of their upbringing and environment. You may not be able to convince them that they are in the wrong. But love is contagious. Let us lead by example.