My takeaway from watching the movie Pollyanna as a child was prisms. I’ve always had prisms in my windows. Since I left home and grew up and could buy my own and hang them where the sun would catch them. Now, in my office, there’s a crystal sphere that hangs in a southern window and makes rainbows throughout the day. I reach through the blind to spin the sphere so that the rainbows move around the walls.
Only today did I remember that it was Pollyanna that planted the seed.
“As if it matters”, a cynical voice tries to creep in my mind.
“It matters to me”, I say back. (This must be stronger than the other one.)
It’s part of my story, as one human, with this precious life that sometimes can feel frightening at times like this when right here in the United States leaders threaten to shoot their opponents. I’m not surprised by this, but I am frightened by it and the other night around 4 am I woke up feeling what I would call the darkness–the cloud of collective darkness hovering over our land.
I had thoughts such as “I’ll never be able to feel inspired again,” and “how do writers keep writing under fascism” and “what if they take down the Internet”. Really scary shit. I watched these thoughts and felt the darkness from which they sprouted. I believed these thoughts for a while, as if they were real, or could be real.
As if they had power over me.
As if I was not the one allowing them into my consciousness.
As if I had no choice about them.
As if the darkness was real.
Then I remembered, quite suddenly, that the darkness is not real. That love is the only reality. That this is not a cliché. I remembered a photo my assistant sent to me of her and her new husband holding the art print I sent them for their wedding. I remembered the love I felt for them and the love she sent back to me in the photo. I remembered many other moments of love. They flooded my consciousness as I chose to focus upon the only reality there is, which is Love.
Love creates life.
Love sustains life.
Love moves through our lives like tiny streams, like tiny blood vessels, like tiny moments. None of it is tiny. Moments of love are real moments. It is our responsibility to remember this truth. To choose it. To practice choosing love.
The darkness is attempting to separate us from the deeper reality of Life. I feel this now more than ever in my life. But it’s a time of quickening. I feel it in my body, the quickening. There’s a new Light more powerful than I remember ever feeling.
This Light is of my choosing and allowing, no need for stimulants or gurus or podcasts or psychics. It’s the Light of my own divinity, which is interconnected to the divinity of everything and everyone, even the fascists.
The night after this dark night, I dreamed that Trump was listed as a self-help workshop presenter in the catalog of a leading yoga center on the east coast where I have presented. I screamed, “So am I supposed to love him?” The dream ended there.
Now, three nights later, he’s been elected.
The prism is still here.
The man with the dog who passes my house every day around 9:30 is still here.
My breath is still here.
The life I’m given to live still calls me forward.
The purpose I’m committed to unfolding still burns within me.
Goodness really is more powerful that hate.
There is no dark switch. Only a Light switch.
We are Light.
We get to choose.
Each moment.
Each effing moment.
One person at a time.
Find your voice. Stand behind it. Light the world.
Your voice is your story. Your story is your voice. The Light that flows through you is your raw material. Access it!
That’s all I got.
