The Love Mob
My family and I made an impromptu trip from Atlanta, Ga to Los Angeles, California.
Today we played, “tourist” is Hollywood and visited the walk of fame, the kodak theatre and took pictures in front of the hollywood sign.
It was so fun.
Then, in the middle of nowhere, a mob came dancing down the street with signs saying “free hugs” and “love.” But they weren’t just holding signs. The mob was also singing, “We love you. Yeah, yeah, yeah.” And grabbing random people to hug them. They grabbed my 9 year old cousin and gave him a great big hug. lol. He was too shocked to really respond.
A few members of the mob were playing instruments. I felt like I was back in the 60’s or 70’s. It looked like a total hippie parade.
As weird as it looked, it felt refreshing.
The last couple of days, every time I log onto facebook, I see streams of statuses commenting about the recent tragedy in Connecticut. There’s all this talk about gun control, medication, mental illnesses, innocent children dying. Sometimes we get so wrapped up in what we don’t want, what’s sad, the tragedies that occur that we forget about what we do want. How do we want the world to feel? How should we treat others?
I think peace on earth depends on the peace we cultivate within our own hearts and minds, in our families, and within our communities. Sure, most of us wouldn’t commit an act of mass murder. But how many times do we speak negatively toward others? How many times do we ignore, criticize, or overlook the people around us who might need our support, encouragement, and love?
The people who commit unthinkable acts don’t live in a bubble. They live among us, with us, and a piece of them lives within us. We created them and then we become shocked when the unthinkable happens.
Please, let’s have a moment of silence for those who transitioned, pray for those who lost a loved one, recognize those who acted heroically, and support laws that will prevent this from happening again.
But let’s not ignore the emotion behind it. Let’s not forget that love is our greatest power. We need to cultivate it, nourish it, grow it.
Michael said when our hearts break, it means something new is trying to emerge. He encouraged us to live in the heartbreak. To feel it, and allow it to take us to places where real transformation happens.
Something new is happening in our world, and this won’t be the last time our hearts are broken in order to allow it in.
So many times, we don’t honor our hearts by feeling what we feel. When we’re hurt, we want to jump to feeling better so we immediately start talking about and working on the fixes and solutions to our pain.
“…break your heart open so new light can get in.” ~Elizabeth Gilbert
So I encourage you to Stop. Stop and Feel. Feel hurt. Get angry. Then open and allow yourself to be changed by it.
When our hearts are broken, we become open to new possibilities, greater compassion, and truer connections with each other.
Work on loving more. Let’s collectively agree to stop waiting for tragedies to occur to express love and compassion to each other. Love more. Not just strangers, but your family, your friends, your colleagues.
Give. Listen. Connect a little more today than you did yesterday.
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