Since Seabeck, I’ve continued my practice of noticing. I hope you and your kids have too. What have you been noticing? I have been noticing that, as the marches have waned and our focus has shifted elsewhere, the anger remains. My own anger has gained a new feistiness that isn’t as worried about the social norms of being a nice white lady. Much of my own anger also remains unexpressed and that is bogging me down with sadness. As communities across the US argue over the plan for schools, the people that are always marginalized in our society continue to be. Our black and brown children, our poor kids, our disabled youth and our LGBTQ+ young ones – OUR children will continue to be marginalized. I’ve noticed the conversations swirling around in Facebook groups, among my friends on Zoom, the details dribbling out from public and private schools.
When I get sad, I try to peel myself off the couch, grab my camera and go for a walk. What I’m seeing as the natural world starts to sizzle is that it’s preparing to give away zillions of seeds. Zillions of tries at becoming something. Zillions of “doing what I can to make the world a better place” and yes, zillions of survival attempts too. If I draw out this metaphor, it speaks out a little twinkle of hope. If our efforts are each a seed or 100, surely one of them will find purchase and grow into something healthy, right? Let’s keep going, friends. Let’s keep trying.
I hope that the word and concept of noticing has become a part of our spiritual vocabulary. I encourage noticing for us all. When we notice, we become connected. When we become connected, we cannot turn away. When we cannot turn away, we begin to help. I invite you to notice. Stay connected. Join in the work.