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Share that light!

I’m an introvert.

I once used stick figure drawings to demonstrate this.

bubble 4

There’s a bubble of space around me I don’t like people invading. I’ve often gotten downright cranky when people have tried.

bubble 3

Even more recently, I’ve come to see a different kind of bubble.

Long before I realized it, I was in a bubble of light. It was mostly warm, and cozy, and illuminated by lots of other friend-filled bubbles around me.

Then Ferguson caught my attention, and I caught glimpses of darkness out beyond these bubbles of light.

I explored. I spoke. And, finally, I moved on, exhausted.

I soaked up the light and forgot my fear of the darkness I’d seen out where light couldn’t–or didn’t–reach.

As the Democratic primaries neared conclusion, I saw darkness again.

I reoriented my bubble so I could no longer see the darkness.

That only worked for a little while. The darkness began peeking through no matter which way I turned.

So rather than fearing its seeping in, I held my breath, clenched my fists, and stepped out into the darkness.

I soon learned that very, very few people are permitted cozy bubbles of light. Their–our–bubbles were purchased by others’ pain.

I learned that my country’s leaders have, for decades, spread the darkness for impoverished people they haven’t (yet) killed worldwide. They have done this for corporate gain.

I discovered my comfortable bubble was paid for by genocide.

“I can’t fucking believe we’re committing fucking genocide!” I roared in agony to friends.

“Mind your language!” they retorted.

Now I see how many lives depend on light breaking through all that darkness.

I’m ashamed I spent so much time in my own bubble. I’m ashamed I tried to hold that light in and keep it just for me and those the very, very nearest to me. More than that, I’m committed to standing outside my friends’ bubbles and encouraging them to burst those bubbles and share their light. To penetrate the darkness and illuminate the world for everyone.

Burst that bubble!

Share that light!

The light outside will be much dimmer than what you’re used to, at first …

… but to many who’ve never had any hope of ever affording their own protective neoliberal bubble, the light may well be blinding.

Please read my sister’s impassioned post
from earlier today.

It may hurt. It may be scary.

It may also well be part of your path to letting
your
light
shine.

If you’re willing to take the journey outside your bubble,
we’ll be overjoyed to walk that road with you,
growing all our strength in solidarity.

rache me mid-80s

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  1. November 11, 2016 at 5:38 pm

    This is so true, and the visual really brings it home. Thanks for the fantastic share.

    • November 11, 2016 at 5:39 pm

      I mean because I am an instant fan. On re-reading the comment it looked as though I was claiming ownership- not my intent!

    • November 11, 2016 at 5:54 pm

      Thank you for commenting on it! Rache wasn’t sure anyone would tune in, but I assured her someone would be glad to read it. ♥

      • November 11, 2016 at 6:52 pm

        It really rings a bell with me.

        • November 11, 2016 at 7:39 pm

          Thank you, from the bottom of my heart. I’m so tired of this systemic ignorance – we have to demand change. Maybe I’ll stop being angry soon. Maybe I won’t. I’m okay with that, so long as something changes. I can be angry and positive in one breath. I can rage and fight for peace. And I will.

          Thank you!

          • November 11, 2016 at 7:44 pm

            Hear that. That’s why the whole genocide v. politeness things enrages me: we are talking about wholesale destruction of human life! We’re supposed to feel angry about such things! Always seeking happy, always seeking the best feeling for me now, is so much more destructive than I understood very, very recently. So, yes, rage can actually be a force of love, and I hope folks will learn to understand that someone being angry in their vicinity isn’t a judgment call about who they are … but a reflection of injustice which demands attention!

          • November 11, 2016 at 8:19 pm

            Yes!

  2. November 11, 2016 at 7:56 pm

    Thank you for the link. Very powerful and articulate post by your sister.

  3. November 12, 2016 at 9:07 am

    so beautifully bright
    you share your light, Deborah 🙂

  4. November 13, 2016 at 7:54 am

    It’s a good thing to step outside the bubble but always know the bubble is there to reconnect and rejuvenate your soul.

    • November 13, 2016 at 3:05 pm

      I’m glad you put it this way. I’ve been spending so much time outside the bubble that I feel horrified, saddened, and miserable all the time. I need to commit to making time to relax and rejuvenate within it, or I’ve probably already lost! ♥

  1. November 12, 2016 at 1:42 am

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