We’ve stepped into a juncture where operations are as critical as blood. Knowing in your gut without ever any need to worry whom the individuals are that you choose for your circle of safest custody is pivotal. These are the humans who have your back when the dead body is in front of you on the street. They are the ones screaming with you at the police to pay attention, the media to get the story ‘right’, the politicians to pay heed. They might be your family. They are likely friends you’ve crafted carefully along the bends of massive learning curves, tried and tested addiction binges, career movements, babies born, loves lost, and won. Equally, they can start as the stranger standing next to you with the same battle cry or maybe they’re the one you’d never laid eyes upon previously who shields you from harm. Building your trust tribe is endurance incarnate. They are your keepers. Combined, you can survive anything.
Just as the twig is bent, the tree’s inclined. ~ Alexander Pope
It’s as simple as a hug, but its weight is that emphasis of the entire sky carried on the shoulders of Atlas. The action of surrounding ourselves with people that represent the best in us, for us, and with others shouldn’t have to be a rocket science competition. Of course, we’ll never get along with everyone. We can’t expect all of us to agree on everything. However, we can look to embrace the fight for (finally) establishing some basic rules of humanity leaving well enough alone the daily horrors of thinking that anyone ought to escape severe punishment for taking the air from another soul unjustly. We can nod at the cult of the Book of Revelations. Present tense (or tensions I shall state), we have the necessity for our rings of confidence to be tightly understood. Those influenced with our aligned requirement for tranquility for all are most naturally accepted within our sphere of heroic reliance alliance.
The gathering of my loyal personal posse didn’t include all of the same names a year or five or ten or else ago. One’s banded brethren can change with the tides of current events or ride the waves away with a single relationship alteration. The point is constantly constructing a zone of certainty, shelter, and provide a force of nature to reckon with when/if ever wanted, provoked or it’s imperative. Once upon a KKK encounter, I found out both of my parents sit nicely in this category for me. In spite of the fact that we lived in the Southern USA sodden with racism no matter their own practices against oppression of all kind, they were appalled that I’d come home from school one day with a phone number that led to a recording for joining a local rally of bigotry. That affair seeded inside of me a comprehension about the worthiness of others who will defend you even during mistakes. Your compassionate clan (intended word choice) will teach, praise, upgrade, and be locked in loving you grandly.
A commitment to locating your crew is quite the life arc of wisdom’s curvature. These are typically a small population you can count on for literally the whole caboodle. They can hold you closely with and without your faults. Yes, even the biggies such as jail to the oopsies or whoopsies, and all layers of poop we have the ability to craft while we’re in training for having actually mastered a good thing or two. I’ve achieved more than a few kin, plus many girlfriends to male friends I can call at any hour if that sh*t totally hits the proverbial fan or the oracle has moved beyond the conversational stage into reality. Funny enough, several barely knew my name a year or more ago. One couldn’t remember me during the 90s no matter how many times I was reintroduced and with the virus to riots urgency we’ve been talking multiple times a week lately. All of my people are seriously thoughtful and strategically important connections for me.
I’ve dropped to my knees to pray a lot these days. Also, to try to feel what something on your knees that’s far from prayer must be like in trembling terror. When you don’t know that your soul was chosen to represent centuries of injustice. That the price of your life would erupt as currents of change this lifetime has begged for too many historic markers. How your one life is affecting millions of us. You are the reason numerous ones of us are teaming together with intentions for our countries and our world to rise. For your honor, her honor, his honor, their honor… every single human who’s ever suffered at the hands of authority gone wrong, protection disconnected, righteous infamy peacocking its ways into politics, our media, our communities, our homes, our veins. Because there’s always a deserving demand for conservation of life we’ll nary be absent to polish those folks that meet the appropriate grade.
May your communion be a super-strong intimacy with whom your existence is faithfully ennobled.