December 3: A Holy Day in My Family

TW: guns & violence

December 3, a holy day in my family.

the day my father’s parents died.

in the most tragic movie plot not yet seen.

two robbers fleeing the scene.

stumbling to find my grandparents house.

not just died, but shot & killed.

in their own home with my aunt surviving,

with her own chronic injuries.

just for a getaway car.

being shot:

a legacy that lived itself through me.

shout out generational trauma.

one I refuse to get passed down.

it has to stop with me.

because no one should have to live without grandparents because someone decided to shoot them.

no one should have to live without a son or daughter for the same reason.

shootings are beyond prevalent in our society.

we know this.

it really pains my heart.

it really pains all of us.

the reality: the caliber of hurt it takes to pull the trigger in the face of another human.

for what?

we have to stop refusing to look at the truth of what exists beneath what we see in our world.

DEEP HURT.

DEEP PAIN.

unacknowledged, coming out in inhumane ways.

because we’ve forgotten our very humanity.

the very connection that exists between all living things.

DEEP DISCONNECTION.

the call now:

CONNECT.

it must be faced within your first. 

create the connection.

SEE yourself. holy. fully.

allow the reverberation of your connected existence.

DEEP JOY.

DEEP PEACE.

trust it hits every human somehow, someway.

DEEP AGAPE, ONE LOVE TYPE SHIT.

much love,

JD