We are not okay.
To pretend that we are is not allowing the soul to breathe.
Blacks have felt it forever.
Hispanics have too.
Jews, Muslims, gays, and everyone who has a label. EVERYONE who isn’t white.
Some of us hide it…. pretty darn well. We don’t let the anger come up.
I feel you, darling. I feel the oppression, the historial sense of rejection. I get it.
We are not okay. We are NOT. Look outside your little world of comfort and truly notice how we are not.
I think of how much work we still have ahead in this country, in this world, in order to finally breathe in the words of comfort: “Ah! I am okay now!”
Black lives matter. How are we still fighting for this right? We’ve come so far on so many other levels.
If love and compassion are the greatest tests for this human experience, we are failing. Miserably! We are so disconnected from why we are here.
But, let’s face it, we have failed as a civilization. The world is always moved through chaos and disaster before it gets better. Wars are created from that egotistical stance.
Peace isn’t that far away. I pray. I send the frequency across the grids of the globe.
I sit with coffee at hand, my biracial children next to me, and I whisper to my soul, “We are gonna be okay. You will be fine. I promise. The world is entering a massive shift, elevating from the darkness!”
And just like that, as if he heard my soul’s plead, my 3 y/o looked up at me and said, “I love you, mommy. We okay.”