A dear friend of mine wrote this, and I asked if I could share it. I’m sharing it.
“Choose love, Choose love, Choose love. Everything else is an illusion. Love is all that is real”
I awoke this morning after a night filled with nightmares, a migraine headache and very little actual sleep, to find that we probably lost. All of us have lost --our humanity, dignity, right to choose our own paths and own ways, our identity as free people and freedom fighters. We’ve lost our way as a nation, we’ve lost our hope (for now, at least.) The majority of this nation has chosen to hate – chosen it over love. What began as a Christian nation, based on the teaching of loving our neighbors, those less fortunate and those we think the least of, has become the pinnacle of narcissism, fascism and idiocy in the war monger quest to become not like god, but to become god. To judge one another, persecute one another, fear one another, shoot one another, rape one another, steal freedom from one another and hate one another is the rule of the day. Kill those we fear, judge those we disagree with, rape those we cannot control by other means, steal from all and line our greedy, fattened pockets with the cake of the day, never minding those who hunger and who chose to love over their own interests. We are a nation who Ignores the poor, hates the unique, unabashedly and without pause seeks out power and lust, and grows stronger in the self-righteous denial of the whores we have become. It’s happened this morning and our nation has foiled. It is an insane atrocity of proportions I cannot fully fathom this morning. I hope I can find my way out of this disempowered, disenfranchised malaise. I hope I can rise to the call of love. I pray I can. This morning, I want to join them in hate. I hate them for this.
My 2 year old son awoke this morning with an innocent smile on his face. “I want to paint, mommy,” he exclaimed with his usual enthusiasm for life. We painted together for sometime and then we ate raisin bran. I will play with him this morning and then join the world of mourners and gloaters at my office later today. Will I be able to persuade them from hating? The day will go on and so will I, though I’d rather drop off the earth today and bury my head in the shame I feel I must carry now, though I didn’t and will never condone the man who represents my nation. I grieve for my son. What will be left for him? What burden will he bare because of this current selfish and reckless stance with the rest of the world? Can one woman’s love overcome 51% of popular opinion that hate is the road to freedom and heaven? I doubt myself this morning. But what choice is there? I am a mother. What other choice is there, but to persist in love?
“Choose love, Choose love, Choose love. Everything else is an illusion. Love is all that is real” --Jude
My dear friend greeted me this morning with this statement. I awoke feeling isolated and alone and hopeless and so very sad. My friend reached out across the miles to remind me I am not any of these things. For the moment, I will find some comfort knowing there are others like us. We may be the minority now, but we are not wrong and we are not alone. For now, that’s got to be enough. I choose love (even if I have to chant it and remind myself constantly thoughout the day) I urge you to do the same.
In love, Staci
(Staci Emerson, Ph.D., Hollywood, California)
In sharing this, I’m not claiming to have reached the place she urges. My fear, my despair, my shame, my grief, and my rage are so deep and so broad right now it’s hard to see out. But we are not alone, and we cannot give up, and it starts here.