There is so much uncertainty in the world. So much strife and so much darkness pulling at our heartstrings
that we are finding comfort in the loss because it is becoming so familiar.
I am finding “death” at every corner where life breathes.
It’s not necessarily a physical death, but a chronic widespread narrative of power over powerlessness,
Chaos over acceptance, separation over unity, entitlement over disadvantage.
This narrative has been present for generations.
I don’t know if we actually know how to create a new narrative.
I sometimes wonder if we actually WANT to.
When something becomes so familiar to us it allows us to form an identity to its projections.
Our values become misguided in an attempt to survive and even thrive in alignment with circumstances
That keep us bound in our minds and bodies to what is presented to us at any given moment.
We get wrapped up in our anger and fear, especially around the possibility of losing an identity birthed from a survival mechanism.
Even if we truly desire to change that identity, we don’t know what survival will look like after that.
It would embody loss to such great magnitude and that is a risk not many of us are willing to take.
It doesn’t only take a village to raise a child.
It takes a village to embody change.
It takes a village to cope with loss.
It takes a village to survive together, not separately, and to morph a new identity into existence.
I pray we become that village soon.