Ever since the fire, which is now almost six months in the past, I have not been answering crisis calls. I have been being quiet…watching…listening…maneuvering this new version of self into a new incarnation of ‘why I am here’.
THEN…a call two days ago from a Malibu former neighbor whose gardener’s brother had been taken by Ice and now this man’s family in horrific upheaval. His oldest son suicidal, younger siblings terrified, his wife hysterical, and I was on the phone for four and half hours listening and being. Yesterday the entire family disappeared. Maybe they are in hiding? Maybe, maybe, maybe.
As a wee babe, before I could walk, I climbed. My mother has dramatic, hilarious stories of the escapades that I needed to be ‘rescued’ from…as in SEVEN times by the fire department before I was three…shinnying up flagpoles, climbing out on the upstairs porch and hanging from the phone line cable, etc, etc. I was scolded and intensely commanded to behave otherwise. The particular form that this drive embodied was squelched, but it is alive and well and has shown up in a multitude of ways through the years.
Every one of us is born with a burning light, our very own unique flame and now is the time to uncover it, look it in the eye and say”‘Let’s do this!”..for ourselves, for humanity, for our beautiful planet. We are being corralled into being afraid and weak, and our job is to do the opposite.
It is TIME.
Climb, Leap, FLY.
The children of the world need us, this is our job.