Since I was about 9 years old, I have been afraid for the fate of the world. I grew up with an awareness of Global Warming before it was relabeled Climate Change. I have cousins who turned to drugs and crime when they didn’t have what they wanted/needed out of life. I would lose sleep imagining the world around me devolving into hate, destruction, and isolation. There was no way I could feel safe in such a terrifying place.
This was when I knew I had to follow a path to a job that would affect change in my life time, and make the lives of those around me a little bit better when I could–there was no other option, I couldn’t ignore the scary ass place this world was. I couldn’t justify my love of dance, music, and art when the world was burning around me. Now, I’m blessed to see how the integration of these things into my life and work builds resiliency and strength.
Out of the fear of a child comes the mission of my ministry–building resilient, strong, beautiful, affirming community where I can. I didn’t have the words for this mission until I took a class at Starr King on Spirituality and Resilience. I’m not sure the professor knows how profoundly his work really changed how I look at the world and how I fit into it, but it was a turning point for me. I found a glimmer of hope in the hodgepodge of things I do and the things I aspire to.
I still wrestle with whether or not I feel right when I fantasize about bringing life into this world sometime in the ethereal future–that question has yet to be answered–luckily, it’s not something I need an answer to soon. But, I know that I have words for what I believe to be a saving message. Building on that childhood fear of world devastation, sifting through it all and finding the charge to action and the rejuvenating reasons to do this heartbreaking work, I have found a glimmer of purpose.
Fear can be an excellent motivator. It’s not the saving message in and of itself though.