I asked, “What is mine to do?” Through my spiritual practice arose the idea of creating a documentary on what some were doing to support the end of racism.
My husband and my children do not subscribe to my pages upon pages of thoughts and poetry and observations. They are loving and supportive, and they most likely skim my wordy musings from time to time. I can only imagine that there are minor moments of clarity for them as they read, if they ...
You don’t have to hold it all together, even if you’re usually the strong one. You need to let go of trying to do that more than anyone. Try it out, even a little at a time, and notice that you’re still safe and you’re still loved when you fall apart.
Who is she, you ask? You are asking, aren't you?
She is the universal, primal Om, she is shanti, shanti, shanti,
she is the sound of life revealing, a mountain, a tree unfurling, an eagle soaring, an elephant roaring, as falseness crumbles at her feet.