It takes deep courage to find our voice, especially in the wake of our world’s violent hemorrhaging.
I know for me, I can get caught in a whiplash of submissive panic and fear. I want to hide and my heart’s voice is strangled by sadness and stifled rage.
I have to snip those talons with shears of Courage and keep moving forward. The default of victim transposes into a Nightingale – who sings in the dark to give light.
She’s there at the ready and holds a shield of Peace. Love is real and knowing. For me, it is time to soar and to speak out. I know we are not alone. We walk together – sisters and brothers — hand in heart, as one.