Story after story of systemic racism breaks my heart daily.
Peaceful protests - arms linked in solidarity fill me with hope.
People I love and respect defending and justifying violence disgusts me.
People I love and respect pledging to protect and support our marginalized brothers and sisters inspires me.
Speeches that vomit hatred for another in the name of religion are vile.
Actions of love, respect and service to another need no public declaration - God is there.
I lose faith in humanity when I see someone being treated less than human.
The resilience of the human spirit gives me strength and courage to keep extending my hand in service.
The roots of hatred are so deep. It's overwhelming.
It feels like we're digging up the roots of an ancient oak tree with a plastic beach shovel.
But the mighty oak tree started as infinite potential stored in a tiny acorn.
In this moment, we hold in our hands the same infinite potential for love and mutual respect.
Like the tiny acorn, we are right now buried in darkness. We must allow ourselves to soften, be broken open, and continue to reach for light.
Witnessing this moment in our country's history begs the question....What side of history do you want to be on? Are you contributing to the horror or the hope? How does your choice feel?
