Like so many, I have been in a fog, a wet haze, as I have watched the world turn itself upside down. I have retreated, withdrawn myself from the madness and mayhem in hopes of reconnecting with my own knowing. This takes time and discernment…and the grace of fortitude to keep me from the fray.
I have been following sage Buddhist advice by walking away from the spectacle. At this time, there is no winning in discourse, no matter what righteous side or angle your view. Even the most righteous today drink from the well of anger.
It is inevitable that anger begets more anger and as we are exposed to it, we spread it generously like cream cheese on a bagel. It’s nuclear. So picture yourself walking around with dandruff-like nuclear particles which have rained down from the atmosphere. We are becoming radioactive.
I know it, I feel it. In these months of quiet, I have listened, watched and read the anger and righteousness out there–and I can tell you both have the same energetic intensity. So within, so without. As we digest a daily diet of anger, bubble and percolate in our nasty stew, we begin to express it ourselves and it takes shape in our world.
We are all giving IT permission to exist. We may dress it up real pretty in politeness or righteousness, but anger in candlelight is still ugly.
What do we do?
To paraphrase the sentiments of Forrest Gump and Keats, beauty is what beauty does.
Be beauty. Do beauty. Take your anger and your convictions and give them a facelift. Turn them into action, into grace. Leave the drama, the spectacles, the talking heads invested in stirring anger, and go and create from your calm.
Create from your passion, your convictions, your love– not your anger. When you create from fear and frustration, what you create is rooted in that. Stop spreading the seeds of anger, inciting hate disguised as something else. Your thoughts have power. Your words are instruments of love and destruction. What will you create with them?
The world is sideways,
unsure what to do in rain.
Every crevice of earth,
damp and fertile
is ready for planting.…
Do we allow anger to mold into ruin?
Do we spread fear like peanut butter and pack it for lunch?
Or do we plant lilies and restart our clocks?
The womb is wet and warm, seeded for life.
The climate, fertile for growth,
I think I will plant lilies,
dropping seeds like my favorite jelly beans,
and watch the sweetness take root.
–Lisa Froman (If you are interested in more of my work, check out my book, Tao Flashes, available on Amazon.)