We are broken and I don’t know what it’s going to take to put us back together. I am sitting on a plane flying out of an Australia that no longer feels like home.
In fact, it’s not felt like a safe place to be since 2020, when the mighty division between us was highlighted by the appalling measures taken to control and separate us during the pandemic. The us versus them, the taking of sides, the censoring of any debate or discussion, the ‘othering’ and exiling of those who chose to deeply think about their choices …
How can we become a truly inclusive nation and not allow and enable dark forces to come in and destroy our home? What would it take to stop the enormous greed that forced millions to take experimental injections that damaged so many lives? How might we start to truly care for one another and seek understanding between opposing views? Can we step out of our rigidly defined boxes and start to think differently?
When I was checking in at Sydney Airport this morning, I could not stop sobbing. My heart felt so shattered. Waves and waves of unstoppable emotion for the unspeakable loss and the shocking devastation. So many living in fear and hypervigilance … millions of lives lost over generations and lifetimes; perpetrators and victims living out unspeakable intergenerational trauma without the support and healing tools needed to break the cycle.
The Virgin check-in attendant asked my husband what was wrong. He told the gentleman that I was Jewish. I was crying for all those innocents who had lost their lives and their families, and for all of us collectively. And he came out from his desk, and he gave me the biggest hug. I sobbed even more but it felt like a release, like a letting go of something that had been wound so tightly in my heart and soul for an eternity. Something that came from ancestors long gone, yet still alive in me.
I believe if we could all go up and hug a stranger and start to see other points of view, then we might start to feel safer. We might feel that we all belong; that we are here to connect as a community with one other for a good purpose. We might feel that the lights of lives extinguished was not for nothing.
I have received hundreds of messages from all over the world empathising, weeping with and for us, feeling helplessness, hopelessness, asking how they can help. Some know that I am the daughter and granddaughter of Holocaust survivors. And everyone is suffering and seeking collective healing for humanity.
Together, we can decide we are going to STOP this ‘othering’ from today and start to see the goodness, kindness and light shining through each of our souls.
What if we really chose to light our candles and walk each other home?
I am sharing my recent song ‘Walking Each Other Home’ inspired by my time with Ram Dass in 2018. May it inspire, illuminate and soothe you. Please share widely. Together we can choose to heal.
