I attend a Thursday morning online healing/writing session, Holding Each Other, hosted by RitualWell.
What is holding me right now as I bear witness to what is happening in the world?
What am I holding?
is a big place
full of happiness and tragedies.
The tragedies are becoming harder to ignore.
Are they toughening us?
Are they toughening me?
Or creating new norms?
I see signs
I hear words
that turn my stomach.
Words and images of hatred and violence
that scare me
for my own safety
for the safety of fellow humans
for my children's future
for everyone's future.
I feel like I am bearing witness
to hundreds (probably thousands) of years
of misery, tyranny, subservience, control, supposed inferiority and superiority
No one should be made to feel miserable
No one should be bullied
No one should be controlled
No one is superior.
No one is inferior.
What am I holding in me right now?
Hope that the world
can recover from the assault,
can recover from the landslide into the darkness of hate.
can recover from the avalanche of war and fighting.
Hope that my country will survive
Hope that the world will survive
Hope that my children's world will not be as bad as it looks like it will be.
sometimes it feels like that's all I have
because reality is so depressing.
Sometimes my hope holds me up.
Sometimes my hope makes me feel like it's too late
Sometimes my hope is enough.
Sometimes my hope makes me feel so hopeless
that I want to give up.
I hold my hope tightly
I don't want to let it go.
Please, I pray,
Let my hope stay with me
Let some of my dreams come true.
Let my children have hopes and dreams
and hold them close
and have the joy of seeing
Dreams come true
Hopes become real.
Hold them close
The hopes, the dreams, the children,