On holding love and anger

I am continually reminded how important it is to savour and prioritise moments of peace, beauty, and joy as they arise. Especially as the draining vacuum of oppression continues to pull in on us, and show its true colours.

I am Holding the bizarre reality of basking in the beauty of spring flowers while people are being killed and displaced in genocide. I am sitting with the heartbroken grief of holding my loved ones tight to show my love, while others are doing it to protect them from bombs and wars.
And I am taking in the peace of being able to walk safely in the land I call my home, while others are witnessing their home being torn apart each Day.

And I am recognising that there might not be a finite answer within my control to this devastating dichotomy.
So I am, as Best as possible, letting myself sit in it. Sit with the questions, with the frustrations, with the grief and anger. And I am letting this place propel me into reflection, into action, into conversation, community, and a collective prayer for hope.

The path of personal healing has never been linear, and I am remembering, as Best as possible, that the path of collective healing is Also not linear.
And I am finding ways to let myself sit in the discomfort of the “storm”. To let myself open even wider to the love that is present in our collective experience, alongside the grief.

I witness the way that I hold my loved ones even closer, because I feel the deep fragility of life. And I notice the way I let myself immerse in the beauty around me, because I know so Many dont have that privilege right now.

While deeply grieving the State of the World, I am Also reminded that it is exactly the love, the joy, the laughter, vulnerability and gratitude that will help me (and maybe us?) continue to stay tethered to my heart, and continue to speak, act, and be of service for what I believe in