Share that light!
I’m an introvert.
I once used stick figure drawings to demonstrate this.
There’s a bubble of space around me I don’t like people invading. I’ve often gotten downright cranky when people have tried.
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
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.