What we hold

It’s crazy what we humans hold. 

I have so much rage and anger and despair for the violence and bigotry and hate in this world. 

And yet, I can still be undone by a stranger’s kindness.

My heart still bursts with love for my neighbor who stops me to say I look beautiful before I hop into my friend’s car. 

I’m wildly happy to giggle with the toddler sitting next to me, eating nachos, “extra melty.”

May I never not cry at our stories – of how Michelle Obama’s mom took Barack’s hand moments before he won the election, because his dad was gone, and so was his mom, and he needed a parent in that moment.

May I never not be wrecked and inspired and in awe of the single mom in Minneapolis who waits until her youngest goes to bed, watched by her sister, then delivers breast milk and baby supplies to families impacted by (fuck) ICE.

There’s so, so much. But please, God, please never let this close my heart. 

Let me keep holding the tension of this world. 

Let me keep letting the love in this world move me.

Let me be the love.