Seeking A Friend For The End of the World?

by P. Braithwaite

I don’t usually blog on Fridays, but if you’re reading this blog, it means you’ve survived the Zombie Mayan Apocalypse. Mazel Tov!

If you ‘re anything like me, you only have a passing understanding of this event, but the gist of it is: the Mayan calendar only goes up to 12/21/2012. We’re all supposed to die today.

Merry Christmas.

While I didn’t run out and buy provisions or anything, I do understand that beliefs have power. Hold on, hear me out, I’m not a wack-a-doo, I swear: marriage is an idea, racism is an idea, gender is an idea, money is an idea that runs the world.

Make no mistake; beliefs, especially long-held ones, take on energy of their own. Beliefs in our collective consciousness hold an incredible weight. And so this Mayan apocalypse slash Christmas Season has us moving through some schizophrenic energy: smashed between the energy of death and the energy of rebirth.

That, my friend, is some powerful shit.

How do we exist in this space? We shake and wobble; break apart to come together. As a nation, we grieve over tragedies like Newton, CT and Hurricane Sandy. We are all trying to understand how sickness can breed violence and innocence can be destroyed. Things we take for granted: electricity, gasoline, safe schools, the lives of children…are all coming into question. Nothing is secure. Questions breed more questions, and I’d wager there aren’t any easy answers.

Meanwhile, individual dramas rage on. We find ourselves knee-deep in our own private pain: the death of a loved ones, ended relationships, betrayals of our trusted friends. Support systems are collapsing and changing in ways we don’t yet recognize. We took pictures with our eyes closed and the Polaroids haven’t developed. We struggle to find meaning in fuzzy images we’ve created.

All this amidst Christmas. The energy of celebration and the energy of mourning; the power of birth and cloudiness of death…we are at the apex of contradiction.

But we’re never ever there alone.

I’m not a political blogger – I’m not an overwhelmingly political person — and so my solutions are not political. All I can do today, from my corner of the web and my corner of the world, is send you love. So let my words be a blanket to cover you if you are grieving. Let my heartbeat be a soundtrack to help you dance away your pain. Let every bone in my body be a guide post – a message that, although we may feel seem lost, we’re all…okay.

By and by…we’ll get through and our difficulties will uncover gifts beyond our understanding.

The other day I got a text from a friend who read my blog.

“You’re not alone,” she said.

And so I share that with you. You’re not alone, my friends. None of us are.

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