This morning, I read the news of an attack near the Parliament building in London, and an air strike in Syria on a school that was being used as a refugee center, and I found myself feeling overcome with emotion.
First, I felt sick to my stomach. The idea of another act of violence makes me feel physically ill. Whether it is an individual attack, or an air strike on a location incorrectly mapped by a computer, I feel it in the pit of my stomach. Next came confusion. I don’t understand the choice to injure and kill others. And, quite frankly, I am relieved that I don’t. Shortly after the confusion began to settle, I could feel the anger rise in my body, which was followed by silent tears of sadness streaming down my face. And then, I found myself thinking about the families and friends of those hurt and killed – including those who carried out the attacks.
As the day progressed, I could feel the heaviness of my thoughts creeping in, so I reached out to a colleague and asked for some help. At first, I just shared my feelings, but as the call progressed, we talked about continuing to channel my response to violence into positive action.
One simple, positive action is to support businesses that are welcoming and inclusive. I was out for coffee with friends over the weekend, and we went to this particular coffee house where everyone is welcome.
Today, I was reminded of people who turn to exclusivity, hate and violence to claim their space in the world. I was also reminded that there are people who turn to inclusivity, love and peace to find their freedom in that same world.
Now, more than ever before, the Walk for Peace fills me with purpose and the vision I hold is a Dream of Peace for the world.
The days are so heavy…. I understand the overwhelmed feeling. Glad you have folks to talk it out with and take positive actions with.
I’m glad to have folks to talk it out with too. It’s important to reach out when the “going gets tough”. Love to you, A