Let’s stop pretending everything is okay.
It takes so much energy to keep it all bottled up, packed down tight. It takes consistent concerted effort to know we’re in the midst of climate crisis, while ignoring we’re in the midst of climate crisis. It requires constantly shoring up the walls of denial to remain unmoved by the forces conspiring to end democracy, while simultaneously watching our rights erode, while placing orders on Amazon for headphones. It takes agreeing to live in a state of continuous cognitive dissonance to grind for upholding a lifestyle, while watching the world burn-flood- and quake.
It takes a tremendous energy to cling to capitalism, our jobs, wages, apartments, loans, percentage rates, grocery bills while it’s collapsing all around us.
It takes a special kind of purposeful cognitive dissonance to blame ourselves – our mental health, our neuro-diversity, our poverty . . . . . in a world gone mad, at the edge of apocalypse.
It takes a kind of schizophrenic effort to set aside the grief we’re undergoing to be dealt with when there’s time for it, space for it. That time/space is not coming.
Falling apart is okay.
Let’s drop the performance.
Let’s take off the masks, the costumes, the false-belief that if we just (fill in the blank), we’ll be okay. Everything will be okay.
Let’s make a space for the grief for the world that’s coming to an end
Let’s acknowledge the terror of being in free-fall without an assured soft place to land.
Let’s recognize that no matter how many resources we hoard, it won’t matter where we’re headed.
This space is vast. When the heart breaks in grief–it breaks open do everything can enter.
When we let go denial, release pretense, refuse to perform normalcy, our realness attracts and invokes grace. In our relief from un-costuming, we remember love. We embody hope.
Dance here, in this spaciousness. Laugh at the old performative measures. Create. Make magic. Dare to engage in hopefulness so generative that the future becomes gorgeous.
When you’re naked in your grief, you can hear this secret: You’re already okay.
We’re all going through this together.
We needn’t do this alone.
Let us hold one another in our grieving. Let us uplift each other in our openness. Let us support one another as we dream into being a future where our naked humanity is the norm.