Hate cannot drive out hate, only love can do that.
Martin Luther King Jr. (from Strength to Love)
It’s easy to grow bitter. Sure, if you have a child with special needs, losing faith in this world is often tempting; but in this divisive political climate being human is an indicator for general angst. So yeah, we need help. Here is my Winter Prayer to the Universe, the One Song we all share:
As the days grow colder and shorter, may the extra darkness offer rich soil for growth. May the falling temperatures allow us to, um, appreciate the warmth betterer?
May there be less wintry mix precipitation and black ice and more coziness and sparkle.
How about no black ice.
May those entrusted with our children (Betsy DeVos, I'm talking to you!!!! [Oops, did I write that out loud?]) actually have their best interests at heart.
Likewise, may those entrusted with our only home, Mother Earth, do the same, dear Universe.
May we - in the waking hours we can muster this season - find the strength, energy, and time to be there for each other, and to find the resources we need to advocate for and nurture our differently-abled children, selves, family, and loved ones.
May we learn to ask for help when we need it.
Before we judge, may we consider the possibility of unseen struggles, mental health issues, “invisible disabilities”…
May we learn not to take things personally, even as we refuse to countenance injustice.
Can those “All Lives Matter” people make a Black friend, please?
Might we send a contingent of willing trans persons as ambassadors of queerhumanness to all places showing evidence of small-mindedness around gender?
Let’s get some drag queens in there, too. They could bring cupcakes from Scott Cakes! And warm coats!
Please sprinkle in some other people with differences that differ from the “norm” in these places (in whatever ways: religion, ethnicity, citizenship status, ability, sexual orientation…), bearing, perhaps, free kids’ books about diversity and inclusion, in order for peoples’ definitions of people to expand.
Actually, can we have all of these individuals bring their families — whether of origin and/or orientation — as part of their delegations? Can we? And then partner each family with a local family, have them plan and cook a meal together, and give them a discussion agenda that includes favorite funny movies, animal heroism stories, and, I dunno, high and low life moments?
Thanks! Because it seems to me that when people see people as PEOPLE it becomes nigh impossible to hate.
And, just a thought, can we get some people on the spectrum on this whole tax reform thing? Because some of us are pretty good with numbers and our “literal,” “black and white thinking” around, you know, the math aspect might be a strength for the future of U.S. civilization in this particular context. Do you want to know whether a particular change to the tax code will benefit the economically disadvantaged or the middle class? We can actually tell you.
Come to think of it, may there be progress, however incremental, in people being fairly paid.
Also? The men in charge right now…could they be immersed in a crash course in menstruation, harassment, gender discrimination, childbirth, and motherhood? Also also, working and single motherhood? Thanks. REALLY - thanks.
Bonus: In fighting injustice and working to empower others, may we never degrade or forget the humanity of all concerned. (That’s a hard one sometimes - healthy anger fuels change while destructive, vengeful rage destroys lives.)
See, because either we are engaging or we are withering. Bitter. And you know what? Bitter people are often cruel. I know this all too well too.
May we hold our loved ones close, knowing that life can be all too fleeting. May we make every day count, even the *&^$ ones.
Dear Universe, we all cry the same salt tears. May we also have the mental and emotional space to see the beauty, joy, courage, and kindness that coexist with the hard stuff.
May we retain our hope and faith. May we regain our hope and faith.
May we find strength through love.
Full Spectrum Mama
P.S. What are your prayers, dear reader? Feel free to share them in the comments below, or email me at firstname.lastname@example.org.