I really wanted to write a post about my Autumn wardrobe wish list—you know, colors and textures; lipstick, shoes…
But I just can’t do that today.
I struggled sleeping last night. When I crawled into the parish this morning, I learned that several other of my compadres slept fitfully as well. We laughed it off, blaming the midnight jitters on the upcoming total eclipse. But I know better.
At the risk of sounding like the grim reaper, I need to say that we are in a dark and bleak place.
Each hour, each day more horrors of our government actions (or inactions) are exposed. Meanwhile, the dreams I do slip into consist of me going in circles and getting stuck in basement areas with low ceilings and pipes everywhere. (have at it, Sigmund…)
I am clinging to every bit of faith and strength and hope I have been given, grown in and harvested. I am struggling to understand what the hell is going on and why it is allowed to occur.
And yet, I feel empowered at the very same time I wax hopeless.
We are the Body
We are a global people. We have come so far in human and civil rights. Intelligence and compassion continue to expand our consciousness. Yet, there are people who would see those advances as threats. They are doing what they can to tear it down.
Remember the story of the Goths, the Visigoths, the Huns? They broke down the Roman civilization 2000 years ago.
I have wondered, often, in these last months if we are on the brink of another Dark Age.
Riane Eisler—in her groundbreaking book, The Chalice and the Blade—outlines and highlights many points in history when bleak and civil-less movements arise in response to equality and freedom (especially for women).
The tough questions
I need to ask myself the tough questions:
- Why is it that a segment of the white male population feels the great need to hate
- How has my own lifestyle been complicit in allowing this vulgar outburst of appalling behavior and attitude to even be?
There are no easy answers, but instead, a challenge. It is time for a self examin of my own insecurities and a recall of times when my power—or perception there of—has seemingly been threatened.
This is not easy work. It requires a willingness to dig deep into my psyche and confront the racism that lurks there. I must dialogue with these demons and strive to release them. I must.
This hard work is required of all or we cannot dare to stand up to those blatant and overt in their hatred of the other.
I’d really rather post pics of a gorgeous textile, or wax poetically about my favorite brand of eyeshadow.
But not today.
Today, I dig deep. I confront. I pray.