I promise I do. I see past your fear and your anger and your disappointment to the real you.
I see you.
I see you holding your son a little closer to your side as you walk into the store. I feel a tiny bit of you resign yourself to the racist energy that is pervasive in today’s society on a global level. In many ways, what choice do you have if you want to create a loving, not fearful, environment for your babies? My heart aches as I look at your innocent little boy, and feel your angst that he may not be treated equally, nor ethically, nor fairly. Your dreams as a mother for her children are the dreams of us all. This is not what our forefathers envisioned when they began America’s mission statement with ‘We, the people.’ I absorb your pain, and vow to change it for once, and, for all.
I see you.
I see your eyes peeking pensively through your burka, eyes that project despair and dismay that the lines of your faith have been blurred by hatred and vitriol. The country you relocated to because it promised to be the land of the free and the brave, has morphed into a nightmare for you. I want to hug you and tell you that you are loved, that you are love, and that your faith is beautiful and pure. I hope my energy projects all of the love my heart holds for you. I absorb your pain, and vow to change it for once, and, for all.
I see you.
I see your practiced smile that falls just short of reaching your eyes, especially in these past days. I sense your confusion and hurt that your lifelong dedication to this country will likely become barely a footnote in the chronicles of an unsavory campaign year. I see the pain you feel as other women raise their voices in anger toward your decision to stand by your man in spite of his trespasses. It’s no wonder you guard your heart like a fortress. It’s the only thing that keeps it from shattering into a million pieces all over the great land you have served with such dedication. I long for the day when women will come together as one, finally understanding the power of our femininity and embracing our indomitable spirit. I absorb your pain, and vow to change it for once, and, for all.
I see you.
I see your commitment to creating a world of peace and serenity through your healing energy. I feel the sparkles dim as you question your effectiveness, your role, your power. The healer becomes the oppressed, and it’s all self-inflicted. I ache that you, the one we all turn to, has no one to turn to for yourself. I absorb your pain, and vow to change it for once, and, for all.
I see you.
I see the arrogance that falls like a cloak to protect your frightened inner child, a boy who was forced to prove himself to be worthy of love. I see ahead to the young man who was more defined by his material achievements than by his spiritual growth. Now we all see a grown man whose heart is hidden beneath masculine bravado and outrageous proclamations. I also see the generosity that you extend quietly, and often, to people in need. I see you hide your acts of benevolence because somewhere along the way you were taught that winning is more important than giving, kindness infers weakness, and success trumps goodness. My heart aches for you in so many ways, not the least of which is the fact that you are a reviled outsider in the place you will soon call home. While your behavior at the Alfred E. Smith dinner was less than commendable, I felt your deep-seated fear and humiliation at their refusal to include you in their ranks. It was the first time I felt true empathy for your pain, and I know it won’t be the last. I absorb your pain, and vow to change it for once, and, for all.
I say to you ALL:
Don’t give up on compassion. Don’t give up on hope. Don’t give up on yourself.
We, as a human race, are so much more good than bad.
Every one of us feels hurt, anger, despair and fear as we stumble along our journey.
We need to tune into the grace that every single human being carries within him or her self.
Make an effort to connect with that grace, it swirls just outside all of us in an arc of exalted energy.
Reach outwards and embrace the collective honor that is the birthright of every soul in this Universe.
Give your human spirit a boost of spiritual stamina and lean OUT, not in.
Reach out, not in.
You will be caught within a labyrinth of lightness, spiritual benevolence, a heavenly pillow of support and love and kindness. This is the energy that this day begs for us to seek.