The Untelevised Battle Lines.
I’m a firm believer in this being one of the most substantial, proactive ways of giving back: self-care. Battles aren’t solely fought on the televised front lines, and wars don’t always have to be won on the designated field. What we do internally, personally, and locally, reverberates and ripples throughout our collective hands and consciousness.
It’s the inside job that leads to the thriving, exciting, satisfying outside occupation. I’d rather use the word occupation than job, because an occupation is something that resonates with skills; with a craft, meticulously tended to and done because we want to do it. Better yet, because we’re called to. We’re bowing to our innate gifts, and signing the contract to commit to them.
Bigger picture: we’re saying Yes to ourselves. We’re saying Thank You to life by honoring what we were given while we are here. We’re agreeing to serving our livelihood and ultimately, by tending to our internal backyards, we’re sharing the alchemical, communal seeds to tend our neighbor’s gardens and lands and lives.
When we choose to live more sustainably, love more fully and share unconditionally, we’re howling our tribal intent. We’re planting our souls upon our soil, and staking our claim. We’re tilling our mission, making our marks, and harvesting our physical and spiritual sustenance to spread to the next town, and the next city, and the next farm, and the next skyscraper.
What we do always matters, big and small. Local and global. Individual and collective. No step is too small, no change in habit or habitat is inconsequential.
And don’t ever let anyone tell you otherwise. Don’t ever let anyone tell you that you’re not doing enough. That you should be doing this instead of that. Every contribution holds power. Every intention carries strength. Every action takes a piece of your fighting spirit and engages with the world, and there is absolutely nothing inconsequential in that.
The power to change lies within. We’ve all heard the saying that Hurt people hurt people. It’s true. People who haven’t healed their own wounds are spreading those wounds. They preach those wounds. They kill with those wounds.
These wounds are the problem; violence, the symptom.
Our battle cries should be for more acceptance and less rule. More compassion and less control. More freedom and less tyranny. And of course, more love and less hate.
These wars begin inside and push their way out. They require personal examination and reevaluation. To know ourselves is to know each other, so why not turn all of our outsourced energy within back to ourselves? Fill ourselves up until we’re overflowing and have within our grasp what we need — what this world needs — to offer support and community where the fissures continue to grow wider and deeper? To stitch these gaping wounds and see humanity for everything that it is — flawed, imperfect, terrifying, beautiful, perfect and whole?
To see it all is to heal it all. To accept is to be, and what the world needs right now more than anything is more of you and me. Us. Whole, healthy and ready to help, rather than inflame this roaring, rampaging epidemic of harm.