In life, our world is filled with opposites. Where there is good, there is bad. When there is up, we inevitably have down. Where there is yes, there is also no. Life is like an elevator. We go up, and we go down. And the reality is that at some point, we ALL have our moments where we feel down. Last week, the elevator of my life went down. It wasn’t anything bad or life-threatening. But it was rooted in the uncertainty and unknown of what’s around the corner for me. I am at a time in my life where I am being (somewhat) forced to make a change. But within this transition, I don’t know where my life is going nor a clue as to where it will end up. I can’t even begin to speculate. So, there is a lot of uncertainty about my impending changes. With so much anxiety and fear about what’s coming, I took my troubles to God.
Once upon a time, we believed. We believed in all that was unseen. We had big dreams of being superheroes and princesses. We believed that our fathers really could pull a coin from our ear. We believed that we could wish upon stars. We believed in unicorns, Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny; and we believed in magic and miracles. And once upon a time, we believed in fairies, invisible friends, and ANGELS.
And then one day, our parents (or our friends) told us that we could not believe anymore. Eventually, many of our childhood fantasies vanished with age, times, heartbreak, and life experience. We came to learn about a new world. It was an adult world that was laden with sadness, despair, loneliness, disillusion, and ego. In this new reality, there was no room for miracles, much less angels. Lost was the innocence of our childhood.
What I have come to learn in my life is that what seems to be a huge inconvenience can be a truly inspiring gift. I was once again reminded of this fact over the past two weeks. As most people who read my blogs know, I lost my phone in a toilet. As I am in Paris, I decided to order a new phone from the States. But as life would have it, that process came with its own set of complications. So, I have been without a phone for over two weeks.
After about three days of feeling somewhat paralyzed by not having GPS or messaging, I remembered that there was life before cell phones. In fact, we had things called maps and simply made clear plans in advance. So, I decided to embark upon a journey that ended up being very retro, but completely doable. It just took a bit more preparation, and I had to pay more attention to my surroundings.
This weekend, I was sent a message from God through a stranger on the street. This past week was a bit more challenging than most. It started with my phone falling into a toilet. (The funeral was attended by its closest friends; burial will be held at the city’s recycling center.) Now for many, this incident would just be a case of bad luck. But for me, it was a sign that it was time to change the way that I communicate. The challenge was that I didn’t know what that looked like. In fact, I didn’t even know I had a problem. So, I started to rehash the weeks prior. I thought about what I said, what I did, and who I encountered. As the week went on, I became increasingly more frustrated because I could not see or figure out where I had gone wrong.
As we are rounding toward the final weeks before the US election, I believe it is a time to press pause and review the last year and a half of this campaign. I think we can all agree that this campaign has been quite a bumpy road full of twists, turns, and unexpected outcomes. There have been a lot of noteworthy moments along the way, but for me, the slogan “Make America Great Again,” has been the most troubling.
I have traveled the world, lived in many countries, and had lots of international experiences. What I have come to find is that the things that Americans hold near and dear to their hearts are available in a lot countries around the world. They are not just exclusive to the USA. But to make the United States “great again,” we must start by looking at some systemic issues that are causing our demise.
Last night I had a dream that I embarked on a train with all my belongings. As the train started, I realized that my dog wasn’t with me. I leaned out the train door to call her. She was running to catch up, and I thought for a moment that she might be able to. She couldn’t. There was no way that I was going to leave her behind. So I abandoned my possessions, and jumped off the train to be with my dog.
Now this may not mean much or anything to anyone, but the dream was significant to me. For me, my dog LIA (Love in Action) is the embodiment of pure love and joy. Everywhere she goes, LIA does everything in her power to connect with everyone and bring a smile to their face. Often times, people will even stop me in the street just to touch her or take a photo with her. Her love energy is truly infectious. She sees no color, race, gender, or religion. All Lia sees is an opportunity to connect with love.