Podcast 46/52 – An act of rebellion

On Being.
Krista Tippett in conversation with Parker Palmer and Courtney Martin.
Topic: The inner life of rebellion.

At this point in time, a time of terror and natural disasters, war and tyranny, people fleeing from their home and countries, from death and destruction…. holding onto hope is a challenge. A struggle. Not always easy. But I stick with it. I stick with my hope of a better world, for all. With the knowing, deep within me, that the path of love is the path ahead, towards that world, which is better for each and every one. In times like these, holding onto hope is an act of rebellion.act of rebellion

This is the essence of this podcast. Holding onto hope. Parker Palmer and Courtney Martin remind me of the path I’ve chosen in life. The path of love.

Does that mean I never despair? Dread? Fear? Hate?
No. I feel it all. It’s a part of the human experience.
But I cannot, will not, let those emotions become the main route of my life.

That is not how I want my life to play out, focusing on those feelings, the feelings of despair, dread, fear, hate. It’s not what I chose. So when those feelings show up, I see and acknowledge them, I don’t shy away from them, but I have the choice not to dive headfirst into them, and that’s most often the choice I make.

Trying to avoid falling for the siren’s call of the cynic, the sarcastic, the pessimistic and the negative. Instead, I try to listen to the love, the creativity, the compassion and the positive. Simply, because it makes my life more enjoyable. That’s my act of rebellion. Holding onto hope, believing in and living my life out of love and light.

What is your act of rebellion?


A steady stream of thoughts

So I couldn’t keep myself from quickly flicking through most of the birthday greetings on Facebook before going to bed.

And you know what? I sit here, writing this, with tears in my eyes. From joy. Feelings of gratitude, love and a great sense of peace. It might seem super soppy but I truly don’t care.

IMG_0149Here’s my take on it:
Hundreds upon hundreds of people, have taken the time to write me a greeting, long or short, on my birthday.

Some people I’ve never met physically. Some people I’ve known since the day I was born or shortly thereafter. Some I interact with on a daily, and sometimes almost hourly basis, and some very seldom. Maybe I write them a birthday greeting, and they write me one.

It doesn’t matter. It’s caring. It’s acknowledging of another person. It’s a message to me that I am seen. I am held. Yeah, it might only take a few seconds. But still, it’s seconds that could have been used otherwise. But all of you chose to give me those seconds. And hundreds upon hundreds of seconds turns into at least a few minutes. So on the day that was my birthday, I was in the minds – and sometimes in the hearts – of hundreds of people, for at least five minutes total.

Is it a wonder that I felt good the entire day? How could I not? With a steady stream of thoughts sent my way, what else is there, but to feel the love, the care, the wellwishes?