…for the mothers who have physically lost a child.
…for the grown children who never had the kind of mother portrayed in those happy ads.
…for the grandmothers who sit in assisted living or nursing homes wondering why their families don’t visit.
On this day of celebrating, I want to take the time to acknowledge those who are sad, those who are hurting, those who feel unseen.
I see you. I truly do.
And I send you love, and virtual flowers, and a hug.
Know that someone is thinking of you on this day.
You are special to me.
You are not alone.
And you are loved.
Spiritual activism is a phrase that was put in my mind and heart even before the US election took place. (It was back in September, actually, at a women’s retreat.) I’m not sure yet how this will manifest in my life, but the desire is there.
Words are no longer enough in these turbulent times (hint: they never really were). We must step out from behind our platitudes and false cries of unity and make a stand for someone, anyone, who doesn’t look like us, or believe like us, or love like us, or sound like us. We must reach out and help those who are being marginalized or harassed or abused because of the color of their skin, or the God that they worship, or their ethnic background, or any other divisive, hollow excuse.
Look around you. I guarantee there are people in your inner circle of friends and family who are frightened about how they fit into this strange, new world they find themselves in.
Do you even know who they are? Do you care? Have you looked them in the eyes and said, “I’m here for you. I’ll stand by you no matter what.”
If we are truly all about love, we must show it. If we are truly against hatred in any form, we must live it.
Then and only then can we honestly say, “I am a beacon of light.”
Tools are great: they help us get in the right mindset; they help us focus; they’re fun to collect. But they are only accessories, not requirements. Don’t buy into all the expensive oils, crystals, supplements, and other “toys” unless 1) you can afford them, and 2) you feel called to use them.
Now, if you had known me when I was younger, you would be totally flabbergasted by that statement. Glitter? Cia? Hardly.
Along the way, though, I changed my mind. (A woman’s prerogative, right?) And now I think that glitter is one of God’s gifts to mankind. Why? Because glitter is happy. Glitter is joyful. Glitter is happy, joyful, sparkly lights, people. What more could you want?
Also there is this: glitter makes people smile.
And in my book, that’s a wondrous thing. A truly wondrous thing.
There are always magical things right outside your door. All you have to do is look for them.