Hope in the time of BlackLivesMatter
Fear and love are two ends of the spectrum.
I’m in tears as I write this. There have been so many events triggering and setting me off in different ways in the past week. I wish we all knew to make these distinctions.
Fear and love are two ends of the spectrum.
Hatred stems from insecurity, inadequacy, a lack, a fear of the unknown.
My dear friend, you are a beautiful being filled with love, light, and exquisite power. You will grow leaps and bounds like the branches of the tree weighed by its bountiful fruits, flowing like water and blowing like the breeze — why, a storm, even. Cutting through channels and winding through long lanes. You will sprinkle the seeds of happiness and stand rooted in your foundation of love. You are here to claim your space, and claiming your space, you will. No apologies.
Love will win. Hate will squirm and rot where it’s supposed to, till it crumbles and turns into fine brown dust. Until then, we will fight, and fight and fight this warped system to the fullest. Don’t lose hope. HOPE will carry us far and wide.