I'm trying to see if I have anything to write about. Sometimes this blog is just for me, so I can sort things out and get back connected. So I can feel like I'm a part of a world bigger than me. I watched Cloud Atlas the other day.
They are the heroes. They are everywhere. Even my old mamma. Getting up like a lion when she thinks things aren't right with me. My true friends. My sisters. Even my brothers sometimes. I am so grateful. I am so loved. Random strangers with bright eyes who give an encouraging word right on time. Coworkers with compassion in their voices.
The thing about heroes is that they have so much more power than the mean people. Mean people only have power in numbers. They only survive by collectively believing in the lie. But heroes… It only takes one hero to shake up a nation and they can beat out the mean people every time. I am a hero, too, and I'm glad to know that I'm not alone.
Do you know what it is like? To feel like you are all alone? To feel like you have no one to relate to and no one to protect you? To feel like you are always doing all the saving and there is no one to lean on, no one to be there for you when you are weak, no one who won't try and manipulate you or who won't hurt you or who won't take from you?
And then to wake up one day and realize that you are not alone after all. To realize that there are grown-ups, and even children with their little hands, who Love you. To be aware of the times in your life when you have laid down, thinking you couldn't go on, not knowing what to do, and some little thing has happened. A random phone call or text telling you sweet things. Some money found on the subway when you are hungry. A temp job that starts tomorrow. A stranger you meet at an event that becomes a wonderful friend. Or a dream reminding you of blessings you had forgotten.
This is an ode to the heroes. They keep the world afloat. The praying people who still know what they know. The logical thinkers who recognize that uplifting each other is in the best interest of everyone. The faithful who press on to actualize the little spark they feel in them against all seeming odds. The Lovers who love with the might of their souls. The babies who still know how to be true to themselves. The wise ones who give on purpose and fight for the good with everything they know.
I see you. I Love you. I am grateful for you… I am You. And we are not alone. Ameen.