I know it’s not what you want to hear but love is who you are.
Love is the essential reality.
Not hate. Not violence. Not division.
Love.
It’s almost impossible to believe it’s true. And even harder to believe that it’s not just true of any one person, but of every single one of us.
At our truest nature, underneath the heavy weight of it all, we are love.
Me, you, Charlie Kirk, Tyler Robinson, Jimmy Kimmel, the guy who makes your latte, the girl who bags your groceries, the neighbor who leaves their trash bins out 24/7, that random guy on instagram, the boss who picks on you — everyone, all of them, love.
Are we other stuff too?
Yeah. We are. We are a mix of shit, a beautiful and strange concoction of love and hate and everything in between and all of it is okay but what’s not okay is letting the hate win because it doesn’t have to.
Hate doesn’t have to win.
When hate wins, it’s because we have forgotten who we are. That’s it.
And it’s not always our fault. We get distracted by lies the world tells. Lies like I am better than you or getting revenge will feel good or even I don’t matter.
I have news: you matter. All this shit matters. Have you heard of the butterfly effect? How a butterfly flapping it’s wings can cause a tornado? Seemingly minor changes in events can have massive, rippling consequences - for better or worse.
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This morning I made a cup of coffee and wrote in my journal. I told it my worries and hopes and complaints and then I closed it shut. I set my coffee cup on top, to hold the pages down. To keep the words in. To keep them contained. And then I lit a candle. I lit another because one didn’t feel like enough. I asked Spirit to meet me. I pulled three cards from the tarot deck: Maturity, Patience, Flowering. And I thought about flowers. How flowers require patience and patience is a type of wisdom and how maturity is a merging with what is. A merging with the flowers that bloom and die and bloom again. The truth of impermanence. The fragility of life. The beauty therein.
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May we embrace our true nature with all our fucking hearts.