your voice, shaking in power and rage and grief, is a wake up call. your actions are a wake up call. you are a wake up call.
your example of sane leadership in a time of madness satisfies a hunger for truth that many of us have not been aware we’ve felt.
your provocations, “how dare you?” went straight to my gut. your words were meant for all of us–all of us who are who are still asleep. or who awaken for a moment, then forget.
how dare us.
you were eleven years old when you choose silence and sanity.
eleven years wise when you could see how mad the world was in our oblivion. our denial of our suffering and collective truth. you felt this unspoken, unconscious pain and were confused by how we could just act like everything was ok. like nothing was wrong. we just went about our daily business. for you, it was unreconcilable.
you chose not to participate in our madness. and then you found another way.
and somewhere there, in your silence, you listened to your inner genius. you found your inner power. and chose simply to do what you could, where you could. no more, no less.
and you are now leading us.
you stand as a reminder. a reminder that real power resides within us. and that this power is experienced and unleashed through relationships. we become alive in our interconnectedness.
we’ve been sitting on the sidelines witnessing our earth die because we have been dead.
how dare us.
thank you for your wake up call. i hear you.