Whose Hand Are You Holding?
I had the BEST conversations this morning, still with me, still making me smile. And all as a result of the barrage of negative news yesterday. Breakfast with friends, which started as a shell-shocked face-palm grief-stricken god-help-us-all gathering, but turned into a beautiful symphony of emotional uplift, laughter and kindness, support and - well - love. See - here's the thing.... when people come together to talk and listen and be in common space together, we rise above the reposts and retweets and repeated INCESSANTLY nastiness that is currently called "news". (I mean really - how many times do you need to rehear something like this?!) We build ties that can't be broken. We lift up those who need lifting. Like the ocean, we become that tide that won't be held back by power and greed. This past year, really two years now, most people I speak with are feeling intensely the divide. Pitted against friend and neighbor, spouse and family member, community an...