“The opposite of love is not hate. It’s indifference.” ~ Elie Wiesel

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I’ve been feeling a deep ache lately. An unrelenting pain beneath my ribs. It’s sorrow, uncertainty, and the spiritual unrest I feel when something I cherish is threatened.

Even the word fascism makes me flinch. It’s wrapped in a dark history we vowed never to repeat, and yet here it is masquerading under pseudo comforting words like law and order, unity, and strength.

And so here I sit with my own trembling, trying to name all the feelings that are stirring in my soul.

Light on the other side.

The good news is that I have discovered that I have the personal agency to transcend my darkness by taking nonviolent action steps toward light and love, and when I do, I feel grounded and centered again.

One of my action steps is the new creation of an online site, “A Light Between the Cracks.” It continues to be a magical experience and one that carries me into the realm of all that is love.

As I sit quietly with my eyes closed and my hands on my heart, I allow myself to be guided to the highest place within myself and create stream of consciousness words and music for healing meditations, guided visualizations, life coaching podcasts, empathic videos, creativity prompts, intuitive blessings, heart whispers, journal writing prompts, and shadow and light affirmations.

By allowing myself to create new ways to help my subscribers through these horrific times, I am also actively healing myself toward the spirit of self-care and self-love.

Drawing a line in the sand.

I also participated in the No Kings protest on June 14, 2025. Before it began, I felt anxious. What if someone is violent? What would I do?

Miraculously, it was an uplifting and unified protest filled with palpable joy and a unified passion for freedom, equal rights, diversity celebration, and unconditional love.

It was also gratifying to know that over five million people from both blue and red states joined in the No Kings protests, each person with their own multitude of reasons for why they showed up in solidarity to chant: “This is what democracy looks like. We don’t bow. We don’t forget. We don’t go quietly.”

Spiritual resistance.

What happened that Saturday wasn’t just political. It was spiritual. It was a positive vibration of something sacred and the truth that we still care enough to gather in the streets, lift our voices, show our faces.

It wasn’t about red or blue politics, gender preferences, religion, economic or educational status, age, color, or any of those labels.

It was about what we hold inside. That whisper in our collective hearts that says, “I can’t turn away.”

This is spiritual work, not because it’s preachy, but because it happens in our bones:

>> We tend to the vulnerable on our street corners, not scapegoat them.

>> We speak the truth even through quivering lips.

>> We stay present when numbness calls.

>> We choose to love even when it feels dangerous.

Our democracy needs us.

Yes, it’s wounded. But it’s not gone. We can’t check out. We can’t let “comfort” and passivity win. We have to show up. Again. And tomorrow. And the day after.

Let’s speak up instead of shutting down, choose kindness over cruelty, and refuse to turn away from suffering.

Every small ember of care and every voice lifted in protest is what keeps democracy’s soul alive.

You are not alone.

If your heart hurts…if your faith feels thin…I promise: You’re not walking this alone. I’m right here with you.

I believe in We the People. I believe in the tenderness that will not be silenced. I believe we can rise not in hate, but in sacred courage.

Our tenderness is rebellion. Our hope is resistance. Our remembering is radical. We are the light-holders. Let’s hold the light together.

Love note to my readers.

Feel free, dear reader and friend, to join me in the comment section of this article and share what you are doing to keep yourself as centered as possible during these challenging times. How are you taking care of yourself? By sharing, someone’s life may change for the better.

“I believe in kindness. Also, in mischief. Also in singing, especially when singing is not necessarily prescribed.” ~ Mary Oliver

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