our most powerful medium of movement
they share love, they reveal hate
they express fear, they promise hope
they dig deep, they reach high
they build bridges, they divide countries
they start stories, they write endings…
they console and they commit
they believe and they berate
Today the spotlight is on a United States, that has perhaps never felt so torn apart. In my classes at Columbia this morning, I sat through three, profound hours of open-hearted discussion…Words of fear & faith, courage & confidence, privilege & politics, words scattered between sobs and words laced with laughter. What’s next we ask? While some celebrate a win and others mourn a loss, we are bound together by the only tool for change that is universally accessible: the power of using our words to heal and to hold together a nation that is only as strong as it is united.
This doesn’t mean agreeing on everything. It means being aware and respectful of differences. It means seeking first to understand, and then to be understood. It means harnessing humility, and loving large.
I’ve been neglecting these creative chronicles ever since my Student life has turned me upside down and inside out with readings and papers and perspectives that keep me up into the wee hours of the night, questioning all of the things I thought I knew…but that’s just exactly the point. We are daily presented with opportunities to learn, and the reality of how much we have yet to understand has never seemed so desperately relevant.
Today is a day I have only my words to share. I have only the words of others to seek to understand.
In her most genuine speech this afternoon, Hillary Clinton reminded the nation to,
“Never stop believing that fighting for what’s right is worth it.”
My wish for this country is that we respectfully embody the changes we want to see in this world.
We are our words. Together or Apart. LOVE will always trump hate.
A week or so ago I found myself struggling through one of those sleepless nights, when these scattered thoughts decorated my mind…
Leaves falling loose like
Scattered pages in my mind’s, eye
Minutes turn to hours
Shifting seasons creeping up, try
to hold onto the moments
Knowing these are sure to pass, looks
From strangers passing by
Trading stories from their own, books
Are filled with all the facts
That you didn’t know you didn’t, know
That days will turn to weeks
The curtain rises for a new, show
Not looking for the answers
Trading pennies for your thought, train
Wet puddles over pleasures
Finding words that fall like this, rain.
We are #strongertogether. Mindful words make Mindful worlds.
It’s a drizzly Wednesday in Manhattan…the leaves fall where they may, what will we choose to say?