These are crazy times. Not just for me, but for everyone. More than ever, I am recognizing the essentiality of grounding one’s self. Whether it be a commitment to your faith, your health, education, or family, we all need to be tethered to something in this world. We need the constancy of something we can be sure of, something we trust, and, for me, that always boils down to the fundamentals of life: love and kindness.
I feel most centered at unexpected moments these days – feeling the softness of Rosie’s pink skin as she nestles into my arms while we nurse; watching the glow on Jack’s face during a rousing game of Monopoly Junior. Joy is packaged in simplicity and it is the quickest route back to my humanity.
I don’t know what more we can say about the state of the world. None of us want to become conditioned to this level or frequency of violence. And whether we support him or not, our collective incredulity over Trump politics has only empowered a distracting and dangerous movement among American people. It’s taken me months to accept that I am not going to find my bearings in the repetitive banter of MSNBC or clever, self-congratulatory Twitter feed. I’ve got nothing more clever or groundbreaking to say on these subjects than anyone else, so I’ve decided to step back and shift toward quiet action instead.
There are so many small ways I can more effectively infuse love and kindness into my daily interactions. I can make an effort to share my positive thoughts in excess of my negative ones. I can think beyond my own self to achieve clarity about how I might be of service to others. And I can better value my time by making sure I spend it in ways that are fulfilling, not draining.
And although I’m still adjusting to the solitude and pace of life in such a rural area, I wonder if this might be exactly the place for me at the moment, somewhere with ample opportunity to reject the toxicity that is permeating and polluting our larger culture. I don’t want to be a participant in the madness. I don’t want to enable an increasingly contagious climate of fear.
We only have control over so much in life. Loving big, staying kind, and finding things to care about are all within our ability. And while it seems trite to uphold these practices on an individual level, my heart tells me that these individual efforts are our best chance of healing our collective conscious.
So, onward we go, hopefully spreading a little kindness along the way. XO