I am troubled. As many of you know, I am trying to relocate down to central Virginia. I fell in love with the City of Charlottesville and can’t wait to get there. The city is vibrant with a gorgeous pedestrian mall, great eateries, book stores (imagine that) music venues, theaters and the like. In the evenings the pedestrian mall comes alive. Its a giggle to just sit and watch humanity.
As many have seen, the city became the scene of hate. Its unfortunate that a few twisted souls sought to twist the character of such a loving community. I am ashamed for the nation. My heart hurts for the young lady, who lost her life while trying to inspire and have of all reach, as President Abraham Lincoln said, “the better angels of our nature“. If we don’t choose to stand up for one another, who will. Our job is to uplift rather than denigrate. Our nation is built on the wonderful diverse tapestry that each individual brings. We as a collective consciousness should never feel threatened by those from different lands, upbringing, culture and such but rather we should be lifted up by the unique gifts each soul brings forth.
All lives matter. We can learn so much from one another if we open or hearts and minds and reach beyond the ordinary. Hate closes minds, growth, joy and happiness. It is about compassion, acceptance, tolerance and in the end, LOVE! I am no better or no worse than any other human being on the planet. Another pearl of wisdom from Lincoln, “with malice toward none, with charity for all…” It does speak to how we should move forward in the face of violence, prejudice and anger. Our time on this planet is limited and should not be wasted on pettiness.
We should celebrate and value our unique qualities. It is so easy to reach out your hand in solidarity rather than turning your back on those brothers and sisters that may need help. Are we so radically different? I think not. There are times I feel that it is blind fear that divides us. When I get so fearful, I ask myself three questions, 1. Do I have a place to sleep? 2. Do I have food to eat? 3. Do I have a job? Each time I get squirrelly , these questions bring me back home. I become grounded and my faith in the universe is restored. In the inspiring verses of Amazing Grace, “I once was lost, but now am found. Was blind , but now I see.”
I, by no means, am well to do. Rather it is a continual struggle. I do not blame outside forces. At the bottom of all arguments, is one simple truth. Everything I have done in my life is and has been a result of my choices. Not society’s, but “mine.” And I am not angry about it. No one other than myself has put me in my current position. In some respects, it is about my chosen journey, which sometimes still seems mysterious to me. If I can just be a beacon of love in this time of hate and derision , then I will feel that I have done as much with my life as humanly possible. Not monumental acts, but just small random ones. I am the only one responsible for my happiness and well-being. This has been a life long hard learned lesson. I am learning to be mindful of the small everyday miracle. Examples are being able to experience the peace of my equine companions, the green of the pastures, even though its August, the grains of a fence board, and friends who have my best interests at heart. It’s not always about winning lottery tickets. Abundance comes in many forms.
I have come to the point in my life that I am very cognizant of my spiritual, mental and physical health. If I don’t pay attention, my time will be short. Spiritually, I lean towards a Buddhist approach and try to detach from the pull of the materialistic magnet. As George Carlin said, “it’s just stuff..’ Mentally, I rely on meditation and reading to keep me grounded. The power of meditation is phenomenal. And I am just a novice at this skill. Physically, I owe it all to Native Barre, yoga and my active job on a horse farm. Being sedentary scares the crap out of me. It is something that could kill me.
Why must we hate? What drives people to the brink of stupidity in the name of righteousness? I was blessed to have a spiritually forward mother. She did not preach but rather got me to use my brain and really think about what really matters. I owe her so much. She got me to think about being socially conscious. All people mattered. We are no greater or no worse than our brother. My heart hurts to think of the young lady, who was murdered by a renegade hater mowing people down with a car. She was one who sought to lift up her fellow man. She did not deserve to die. If we each lent a hand to those less fortunate, maybe the world would be a better place. RIP, Heather Heyer. I only hope to be the shining example of love that she displayed. Charlottesville has come together as a community and stood strong against the hate. I love this city and its vibrance and strength. Can’t wait to join the community.
I am cognizant and appreciative of my blessings. Granted, not all my wishes have come true, and that does lead to frustration. Patience is my lesson for life. But the lesson drives me crazy. Each day, I try to list three things for which I am grateful. All a part of rewiring a negative thinking brain. And, yes, folks, its working. I am grateful for all those who stop by and read some of the incredible work presented here at The Magic Happens. I am in awe of my fellow authors. They have such great craft. I am grateful to be a modest part of such a wonderful endeavor.
Appreciate, be grateful, laugh lots, hug one another and appreciate how wonderful this trip is. I will close with be strong #Charlottesville and namaste to all my brothers and sisters. While I am troubled, I am also hopeful.
Be strong, be brave, be loving!!!