Black And Blue. Black And Blue.
I stand. Black and Blue.
I love. Black and Blue.
Humans. Black and Blue.
Family. Black and Blue.
Neighbors. Black and Blue.
Communities. Black and Blue.
Tired. Black and Blue.
Hurt. Black and Blue.
Angry. Black and Blue.
My brother Alton is dead.
I never got to meet him.
He was imperfect.
The media really wants me to be aware of this.
They say it’s his fault.
They say that he got what he deserved.
But I know better.
My brother was a child of God
This world is traumatized.
And our species is
Violence. Dukkha. Maya. The Fall.
This is the screaming blood of Abel.
This is the chaos washed by the great deluge.
This is Jesus murdered
by the collective psychosis,
the collective darkness,
Sometimes this life presents us with two options: living with a broken heart or not living with a broken heart. Sometimes the broken heart is not optional and therefore the fragmentation it brings is also not optional. Sometimes our unspoken mantra is “I hurt” or “I grieve.”
Sometimes this awful truth sets up residence in...
Be so Open to the New that the old is not what is most real to you.
Be so Open to Joy that when pain comes it will not be the most intense reality you’ve known.
Be so Open to Connection that isolation is not the setting for life’s unfoldment.