We write for the same reason that we walk, talk, climb mountains or swim the oceans- because we can. We have some impulse within us that makes us want to explain ourselves to other human beings. That’s why we paint, that’s why we dare to love someone- because we have the impulse to explain who we are. Not just how tall we are, or thin… but who we are internally… perhaps even spiritually. There’s something, which impels us to show our inner-souls. The more courageous we are, the more we succeed in explaining what we know. -Maya Angelou
Every once in a while, I need this kind of reminder. Especially when my fears to pursue obvious passions come disguised as “responsibility.”
…that no one else knows what’s best for you and so you find you have to figure that out for yourself? Having that moment. Finding I need to define my own boundries, and start advocating more for myself -when it comes to work, life, and how I spend my time. Otherwise, other people start to make these decisions for me based on their priorities. Which— surprise— don’t always align with mine.
-Jim Wallis, author of On God’s Side: What Religion Forget and Politics Hasn’t Learned about Serving the Common Good.
He spoke at @seattlequest this month and this was a big take-away for me.
What most insults my sense of justice is when people are isolated, outcast and bullied. When children are put down and their light isn’t acknowledged. When people live in fear due to a crooked justice system that casts suspicion on them because of their race. When the homeless are abused, insulted, and degraded.
When people refuse to honor the dignity of each person’s soul. When we forget that we are all connected to each other and need each other.
Connectedness in life is huge for me. I like being connected to others in a very real way and I like having others feel connected in a very real way. I truly believe that all life is tied together, as much as I have moments of stubborn, reactive independence born from a fear being too dependent, too close. I think many of us have this fear.
But then I remember I love the light in people’s eyes when they feel embraced, loved, and included. I remember that open hearts and dropped masks are God’s will.