Stay where you can be moved. Stay where you’ve rolled away the stones. Stay where you’re free. Where you’re vulnerable. Stay where your heart is open and your spirit is on display. Where everything is beautiful because it feels possible. Where things have meaning. Real meaning. Stay raw.
Let the begging child break your heart.
Be enraged at injustice and inequity.
Accept nothing other than everything for every one. Because we’re human.
Refuse to understand planned tragedy.
Never understand agendas.
Shout to the heavens.
Open your arms to the sky.
Mumble. Scream. Wonder. Chant.
Listen to your soul.
No matter what.
No. Matter. What.
Don’t let the going harden your heart. Don’t let the status quo and the resistance and the past keep you from doing. Don’t let in hate. Let there be no as is. Let there be no one telling you it can’t be done. That it can’t be changed. Let no one, most especially you…keep that bright white beating heart from wincing. From stinging. From a dull ache.
With an ache you’ll know to wonder why. Feeling something means you can question if there’s a better way. You’ll stand in the darkness of your mind with the door of your heart wide open and sense something is coming to you. Something headed your way that you cannot see.
What you can’t see, you can feel. Feel too much. Feel too clearly. Feel. Feeling. Is the only way. In that rawness we know we’re alive. From there we can fight. And know our why. For what matters. To us. By us. For us. All of us. We discover who our us is. Because we’re one. And then we join. We lead. We walk.
Be quick to open and slow to close. Be ready to fight and willing to bleed. Prepare yourself to be moved. And then move. Moving, doing, being. For something bigger. Is where the edge of the rawness softens.
Until you feel something worth healing for. Worth fighting for. Stay raw.
Glory hallelujah. Stay raw.