This morning, and every morning moving forward, I’m going to have a whole new vision of Peace on my heart.
I say Peace every day at the end of what I write. Now the world gets to ask if I mean it.
My young parents are worried for their children. My young women (and my old) are clear we’ve been said no to. My queer friends are worried for their love. My friends of color are just scared. My Muslim friends are worried for their safety… and some of my Jewish friends as well.
I don’t know exactly what I mean when I say I will harbor you. I do know I’m going to find out. I do know that Peace means the world. Peace.
Each year, transsexuals, particularly male to female, particularly women of color, are killed. This year, in our country 22 have been killed. Which is an incredibly high number when you realize how few there are who make that journey.
One local church, having just recently completed their journey to become an open and welcoming church has undertaken as their first action in this small area, to hold a vigil.
They posted a sign on their church and now the minister is being harangued by people who know that this is not Christianity.
I’m so proud to be able to support her. So proud to be able to support the people who will dare to speak.
In addition, trans folk try to kill themselves at such high rates because the hatred is so high. How can our fear let us hate, and in hating become such violent ugly people?
It’s easy to see it in others; we must also root it out of ourselves…
If you’re in this Valley, come and stand with us. If you’re somewhere else, go and stand there. Someone’s having a vigil near you.
You can help remember and you can reassure people that there is a place where they are welcome… where love waits with open arms. That your heart is such a place.
Peace. We need to make it.
Fear, Questor knew, was a useless exercise in controlling the outcomes of anything – it just plain doesn’t work! But the opposite of fear is not ignoring the problem that has caused you fear! The opposite of fear is compassionate action! It seems a good idea for humans to show compassionate action for the next generation of all beings on this blue and green Earth, by repairing the damage already done. But that’s just his opinion – his, and the opinion of many worlds who made the same error in judgement. Not every exploding star is a star – many, in fact, were planets, alas. Remember that the next time you see a so-called super-nova – it might actually just be a stupid-nova!
The last couple snows around here have been composed largely of those flakes the size of the palm of your hand. They’re the ones that are large enough that you can actually decode their beauty when they land on you.
And yet, I find myself, as they fall, rather than standing and staring, head back in wonder, squinting instead at the thermometer, worrying about what will happen when the mercury inches up a bit. Because late winter storms often turn to icy rain.
When did this happen? When did I turn into a woman fretting about what might be rather than one joyfully noticing what is? Perhaps my premature timidity is more of body at the moment than of spirit, but where the body goes, so must the spirit follow. I quail at the notion of skating, and yet as a child, we routinely picked up an 85-yo to take along to the pond with us and he would skate majestically too and fro. We hesitate to leave the house (is it that the appropriate footwear isn’t attractive?), and yet entire northern nations hop on their bikes in this winter and toddle off to work. They’re actually rejoicing in the notion that spring is coming when the flakes get large and wet.
Hmph. I think I’m going to have to mull on this a bit — and take some action. Because soon it won’t be just snow that circumscribes my dreams. Fear is a soul eater. Living in the present, pulling out the good, focusing on and magnifying it, offers the senses a banquet.