Standing Rock Shook My World.
It feels like years now. Or another lifetime. It was the beginning of the Trump years and I was at Standing Rock hoping to make a difference or to learn something that would help me find my voice. It was a time of hope and a glimpse of what it might be like to live in a world where people of many tribes and culture would be able to gather together and build a community. I felt this curious spark of possibility when I saw a mix of technology, solar power, wind power, permaculture, clean water, clear skies, and deep respect.
When I returned to Seattle I carried a vision and a sense of grief that my family and so many friends did not share my values. Ironically my family has oil rights on property in Montana so you can imagine the difference in point of view they have. But there’s one thing I can know with certainty. I was born in a particular family, at this point in time and I know it is for a reason. Like the Rumi quote,
“These pains you feel are messengers. Listen to them.”
Waking up to personal power is disorienting.
The first dizzying realization was that I had given so much power away. The second was the question, “why and how did it get like this and how did I not notice”? The third was the declaration that I would not close my eyes again.
That is why you are here.
When you see injustice, the rights of marginalized pushed aside, harm to animals or the earth, you feel it.
The outrage you feel is not an egoic resistance to what is. It is sacred outrage.
You don’t have to go into resistance to your resistance because of some non-duality idea about resistance.
You naturally rise. It is the obvious thing to do.
And when you stand in love you are standing for all.
How will you stand?
Some of us write or teach, some paint, others dance, some become activists, and together we create a vibrant tapestry of expressions. There are many ways of saying yes to the call.
That doesn’t mean your calling and how to respond will be clear.
I would be doing a disservice if I told you that this is an easy process. The caterpillar doesn’t do push-ups, create a vision board, and sign up for a class on becoming a better caterpillar. The only option is to dissolve. It is messy and terrifying, as everything you know unravels. You look at the threads of what was going to be the most beautiful garment in the world now strewn across the floor.
With transformation, you never know what will come out on the other side.
I’m here to hold a light and to ask you to hold yours for me.
We are in a time of great change, and it is a privilege as well as responsibility.