“Darkness defines the light.” That’s what my yoga/meditation teacher Kristen Eykel said, as we engaged in a deep discussion after a group meditation this morning. The darkness that is sweeping the country and the world right now is defining a message for us: RISE.
I woke up today, like every day since the election, with a feeling of dread in my stomach. I’ve been miserable and short-tempered, and not much fun to live with, even though i meditate and do yoga and I try, really try, to be positive. But today, I think I finally figured out why I can’t shake this awful feeling; I am changing. Life is changing me and change is fucking painful — it just is. I wrote about this in Fire Season. When a caterpillar transforms into a butterfly, it’s an ugly affair. Before the butterfly can form, the caterpillar must first completely liquefy inside the chrysalis, becoming what my friend Lyena Strelkoff termed “caterpillar soup.” So maybe that’s where a lot of us are at right now. We are lying on the floor in a puddle, beat down by life, caterpillar soup — and that’s okay. It’s a stage, a step on the ladder of metamorphosis.
If there’s any silver lining behind these shitstorm clouds, it’s that people are beginning to wake up and answer the call of their higher selves. Human rights, equality, and basic goodness are not granted to us. We are the ones who work to make these things a reality. So how do we do it while the bad news is pummeling us, daily? There is so much: the environment, women’s health, defending the marginalized, protecting journalism and the truth. Each of has to decide what our personal activism will be, and then take action. Some of us are warriors who will march, some of us are surgeons who will actively cut the cancer out of this country through legislation, some of us are seamstresses who will stitch the fabric of our society back together, some of us are wordsmiths who will renew the troops with hope and direction, some of us are healers who will hold up the wounded. We all have a role.
And when we finally pull ourselves out of the soup, when we finally rise, we have to become more than we ever knew we could be. We have to look ourselves in the mirror and say, “I am willing to step into my full potential and own my power.” We have to shine brighter, be bigger, be more than we were before. What other choice is there?
One thing is certain: the time for hand-wringing is over. All hands on deck.