I’ve been pushing back my blog post this week, dreading trying to come up with what to say in light of this week’s election of Donald Trump. The hate, anger, disgust, fear and attacks I’ve seen on social media is a bit mind-boggling, and I find myself sucked down this path of fear myself, and wondering what all is based on the words that have been uttered through this sad political drama and what is bursting forth from our own inner wounds, triggers, and places of fear within our own hearts.
I don’t know what to say. It’s not an “it will all be okay” and it’s not that we are screwed and need to all move to Canada (if only it were warmer there!). I want to give grace and love and support. I want to look for the good. And sometimes, it’s really, really hard to see. Sometimes, we get so lost in our own wounds that we can’t give grace to others. I can try my damnedest to look for ways Trump will step up and help the people, and make sound decisions. But I cannot and will not excuse or justify the words that have come out of his mouth against so many of “his people” now. “Locker room talk” is not okay, period. Hatred and attacks do nothing good. An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind.
My brother posted this in the midst of the election craziness:
“A war against a war is still a war. There is no such thing as a “just war”. In Bushido, the way of the Samurai, they held the perspective that if one must resort to war, they have already failed.
The Lakota, Sioux held their heads in sorrow and mourned the death of their enemies after they won a battle.
War is a choice, not an inevitability.
Whether the conflict is with a country, a friend, race, culture or family member, we have the choice to exhibit unconditional love and patience, or go to war. But we cannot expect war to result in peace.
Until we embrace our interconnectedness, we will remain divided. And that division keeps us caged. True freedom only comes from peace, and peace only comes from love.” -Jared Angaza
In the media, emotions are magnified, situations are sensationalized, and fear is the fuel that keeps it all aflame. My part in this boils down to one thing –
This is not my excuse to hide out, but my intention to connect. I don’t want this to be my cop-out, because it’s easy to just say “be love” and all the while hold anger in my heart. It’s hard to love your enemies, and it’s harder yet to love the ones who ignite everything you disagree with. So this is not an easy hippie excuse that means I don’t really do anything. This is my reminder to step away from the media craze and look people in the eyes – their real eyes and not just a picture on social media.
This is where it gets real, and I have to remember love and respect, even to those who exhibit none of those traits to others.
It’s time to talk to people in real life, to listen,
and to lend a helping hand when we see a need.
It’s time not to wallow in despair but work within my own heart to move forward with love and grace, and do my part to get my head out of the sand, refuse to hate, and be proactive in being the example I want my children to see first and foremost.
This will be my focus, and I ask you to do the same.