People often turn to me for comfort, and I’m not sure what solace I have to offer on this morning when the country has been submerged under a wave of toxicity. It’s a moment when we crave some deeper faith in goodness, but my faith is not, ultimately, a comfortable one.
The Goddess, as I understand her, is not a personality, not a Big Mama who somehow guides your life and makes everything turn out all right, not a love-worn blankie we can cling to when we desperately want something to make us feel better. She represents the great cycles of birth, growth, death and regeneration that move through nature and through human lives and history—cycles that include death and decay and loss. But her promise is simply this—that out of decay ultimately comes regeneration.
So today is a day to commit ourselves to the forces of regeneration—even if we can’t see clearly what they will be or how they will manifest. Reach out to your friends and community. Consider how you can have one another’s backs. Consider how you can have the backs of those whose sacred and precious lives have, today, become all the more precarious and risky—people of color, immigrants, indigenous people, Muslims, the LGBT community, women, the defenders of water and justice. Consider how we can somehow still protect and heal our threatened and beautiful earth. Plant a seed today, or create something beautiful; care for a child or an elder or a person on the street. Be kind to someone. Be kind to yourself.
And do it as a magical act, an act imbued with intention: that whatever comes down around us, we will choose compassion. We will serve regeneration.
We always have that choice, and whenever we do, whenever we choose love over hate, we become one small weight to tip the balance.
Today, be good to yourself. Heal.
And tomorrow—consider how to organize and take action, so that out of decay we can bring some new rebirth.