Feels like the world is on fire, don’t it?
A friend of mine posted a vulnerable share the other day in response to the tragedy at Pulse Nightclub. He wanted to be hopeful. To build a stronger community and sense of meaning from this loss. To believe that We Shall Overcome and Love Wins.
But it’s difficult to stand in the truth of those sentiments when an equally real wound as old as our culture has been ripped open and jammed with salt. “I can’t hit send on an inspirational quote when I can’t stop crying,” he said.
In the wake of last weekend, we’ve seen all the ways the mind responds to chaos and fear. We’ve watched what the media does with it. We’ve experienced how it can bring us together and splinter us apart.
Something awful happens, and we jump outside ourselves for the answers:
to do something this instant
to find someone to blame
to find the meaning
to identify the solution.
Meanwhile, underneath, it just f’ing hurts.
And in our culture of quick fixes, that’s a hard thing to be with.
But the most lasting solution would have us do just that.
The underlying condition of violence is the belief that we are separate.
And paradoxically, in order to touch the place where we are most deeply connected with others, we have to go to the centerpoint of ourselves.
If we want to deal with the root cause of fear,
we have to go to the place where love lives: the place we actually are.
It doesn't always look like unicorns and rainbows.
But it's the place from which we can create real solutions.
This is where we go when we dance.