This is all I will say about politics (for now)
I am going to tell you a little secret about me. I am not much of a joiner.
It’s actually hard for me to admit this because it feels somewhat like claiming a lack of commitment which isn’t at all true. I can be fiercely committed and loyal.
I have always felt, though, that there can sometimes be something slightly dangerous about identifying too much with a particular perspective or stance. If we become too patriotic, too zealous, too enmeshed with a group,
we sometimes end up leaving out other people, other views, other valid ways of being in this world. It can all get a little too ‘us’ and ‘them’, though often
that is the place where we feel the safest.
It happens to all of us, and certainly me too. I speak to this but I have been guilty of sitting up on my high horse a thousand or more times.
Since the beginning of time, though, that is exactly the point where it falls to pieces. We make it all black and white, see things at face value and forget to look harder in the depths for the clarity and understanding beneath. Feelings are hurt, resentments breed, wars start.
We forget that we ALL have our burdens to bear and for the most part, we all want the same things.
Love. Connection. Peace.
I speak to this perhaps because talk of the upcoming election is everywhere. I will not speak up for a specific party here, or speak down to another one. I do, think, however, that the challenge is to really make this about seeking to understand the issues,
identifying the leaders that truly speak to our hearts and minds at this time, and sifting through the rhetoric and the drama and the posturing until we find the place where we are simply most aligned. Then vote.
Undoubtedly and thankfully, we will forevermore need to gather and form groups and associations and parties and work for positive change and, to be honest,
there is little that moves me more than people working together to create beautiful initiatives in this world, inspired events, important societal or environmental change.
My hope, however, is that when we form our partnerships and alliances we can always remember that
It’s not about ‘us’ and ‘them’.
It’s always about ALL of us.
Recently, I saw a video documenting people who offered up a minute of eye contact to passers by on busy streets. I have seen other versions of this project executed in different ways, but it always ends up being deeply moving to watch people just seeing each other.
It strikes me that if I was, for an entire minute, to stare into the eyes of someone who I felt I didn’t understand or that I was at odds with,
something in both of us would inevitably shift.
Even just imagining it feels a little transformative.
Last week’s hero
Last week, the hero of our story was George.
He had decided that he would agree to have his head shaved for the Terry Fox Run event hosted by his school and he stayed resolute in that decision.
It was a beautiful and ambitious event for a school that is known for celebrating Terry Fox’s legacy. Thousands of kids, teachers and parents came from all over our city to walk together, cheer on the memory of Terry (even his dad was in attendance) and raise money for cancer research.
When it was time,
George marched up onto the stage with the other brave volunteers and quietly let the stylist shave his hair all the while wearing a sticker announcing that ‘he was running today for Grandma Carol‘.
My beautiful boy who has always had a gorgeous head full of blond hair that I have loved to smell, kiss, ruffle~
afterwards walked back to where we were sitting (a little shakily),
All at once my heart both broke and grew.
I have long since given up on the idea of finding a one and only hero who always acts in a way that is brave and true and good. Few, if any of us, are capable of that.
But we do get little opportunities, scattered throughout our every days, to have heroic moments.
Yay George, for accepting and rising up to yours.