The Answer
Looking around at what’s happening on this planet… bombs blasting…Congress fighting like infants… many good people are leveraged and fearful.
I had a writing mentor named Rob who kept telling me that the golden age is coming. In this age there will be abundance for everyone… and the heartbeat of life will finally take root.
Beat… beat… beat.
My mom used to tell me that the sound of the heart beating in her mind was a two syllable love-dove… love-dove… love-dove…
In her example, I always saw love. Her heart living outside of her chest. In her eyes.
I keep her smiling face on my phone screen as my wallpaper.
The reason? There’s no one that can or ever will love me more.
She always wanted the best for me — and for everyone she met. When I look at my phone in moments of weakness, I find strength. When I laugh out loud at only something she and I would find hilarious, I look and see her smile.
I see this woman, my mother, as the answer to every problem on this earth. Motherly, feminine love. It’s the answer to all of our pain and suffering.
Yes, I know that not all moms are loving and kind. But, the essence of the love that feminine energy produces is what we need for healing.
We need someone to believe in us. Someone to offer the benefit of the doubt. Nurturing. A smile in the storm. Reminders of what’s most important when we wake up in the morning.
Someone, who if they could, would cradle our beat, beating hearts in the palms of their hands — offering pure love and protection.
All of these wars and disagreements. The greed and fucking ridiculous bombs are a facade. Guns and knives used to intimidate and murder the tools of weak cowards.
Greed that backs terror in its many shapes and sizes for the sake of living in mansions and flying around in private jets while ignoring the fact that kids are living in dirt and eating out of trash cans in third worlds maybe even worse.
The feminine energy needed to heal the messes that are raging across the globe lives in all of us — women and men alike. We all know its whispers — we all crave her nurturing. It’s our choice to tap into her and make decisions she would be proud of.
Finding solutions in war zones, in congress, in our schools and homes means stopping for a second. Then, connecting with the deepest part of who we are. The soft, loving, kind feminine — the giver, healer, and constant friend.
It’s the energy that would see us all — every human standing side by side… holding hands in union.
