Today, June 10, I celebrate 60. I embrace my age, I embrace aging. To age is a privilege. More to learn, feel, grow, taste, dance, paint, write into words, celebrate—if I be so fortunate. I thought I might channel some “wise words” to write here. But, they aren’t coming.
Instead, I still feel the need to wait and be silent amid the civil unrest when Black voices are finally being elevated. Reality, racist-motivated murder, COVID-19, diabetes, stroke, heart disease, cancer strike our black brothers and sisters disproportionately, ending the lives of too many too soon. I am watching. I am hoping. I am waiting. I am listening. I am learning. I am holding my breath. May this time of pandemic slapdown help our wounded nation, our wounded world, transform.
It ain’t over. It ain’t easy. It ain’t going to be pretty. Hang on. It’s going to get worse. It’s going to take a very long time for us to wash the stains of a myriad of personal and systemic injustices from our hands and to bleed their poisonous blood from our hearts. We need conviction. We are being convicted. All while forces of dark and light duke it out. Emergence and oppression. Thank you, corona. Yet. Light. Love. Truth. Always. Wins.
(And, yes, I had a major quarantine makeover. Chop-chop and fade to silver. It feels good and needed to happen to mark this passage of age and this odd-odd era of time.)
#Transform #Transformation #GraceInTheTImeOfCorona #MayWeAllEmbraceAgingAndLiveLongAndHealthy #HoldTheLight #Namaste
