Today I learnt about our ancestors relationship to caves. In caves they were protected from the weather and predators, and there they slept and prepared food and built communities. They healed and practiced sacred ceremonies, and beautiful moments and opportunities occurred in caves. But all I really know of caves is George Bush's comment on Bin Laden and his army being "cave dwellers", substandard and uncivilized. And this was the image of caves I have carried for almost twenty years. Coming to this new information today, presented from a place of honour and compassion, which for some reason has been a revelation, caused a piece of my heart to ache at the lies we are told by people in powers, and the dignity that is robbed from our history when we are in war.
And I see this same hatred today as we battle the coronavirus, and the hurtful messages I see on social media, as citizens become divided over how to navigate this terrain. I am able to see that people are hurt and afraid, and do not have the emotional flexibility to even be silent instead of being outright hurtful, so I can understand and put up boundaries instead of engaging. And for this I am so grateful to be able to detach and feel the strength of my own convictions and my own aspirations, which carries me through this uncomfortable time.
I am staying out of commentaries. In my opinion it is simply best to not make comments, because people are afraid, and they have their own ideas that, for better or for worse, gives them a feeling of control in a generally uncontrollable and unknowable situation. I don't feel a need to participate in any of the narration of this disease, and I don't believe anyone has all the answers. My intentions are to be a source of comfort to anyone who needs it. That was my intention from the moment the news of the virus broke in January, and it continues to be so. We need to care about each other, to support each other, and to remind each other that we are all still connected, no matter what.
And I see this same hatred today as we battle the coronavirus, and the hurtful messages I see on social media, as citizens become divided over how to navigate this terrain. I am able to see that people are hurt and afraid, and do not have the emotional flexibility to even be silent instead of being outright hurtful, so I can understand and put up boundaries instead of engaging. And for this I am so grateful to be able to detach and feel the strength of my own convictions and my own aspirations, which carries me through this uncomfortable time.
I am staying out of commentaries. In my opinion it is simply best to not make comments, because people are afraid, and they have their own ideas that, for better or for worse, gives them a feeling of control in a generally uncontrollable and unknowable situation. I don't feel a need to participate in any of the narration of this disease, and I don't believe anyone has all the answers. My intentions are to be a source of comfort to anyone who needs it. That was my intention from the moment the news of the virus broke in January, and it continues to be so. We need to care about each other, to support each other, and to remind each other that we are all still connected, no matter what.
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