with resistance in my heart

a friend of mine in the transformational coaching space recently posted a question on instagram … how exactly are we holding all of this? 

calling people into their own transformation while so many humans are dying, displaced, starving, being put in cages, pawns and casualties in wars between idealogues, whose very survival is at stake every single day. while planetary forces sweep children away from summer camp. 

and yet, so many of us are not directly touched by what is happening in the world (or our own country) at large. and so we get up, walk the dog, drink our coffee, go the gym, get to work, schedule doctor’s appointments, and make future plans. 

the dissonance is deafening

i don’t have any rote answers for this moment. as we are unraveling at the very core. systems, structures and landscapes we have taken for granted for sometimes hundreds of years are coming undone. i expect that the world will look very different in the not so distant future. 

i answered my friend … with resistance and so much grief in my heart

to be clear, i am not resisting the reshaping of the world. that would be a fool’s errand. but i am resisting the narrative that insists that we cannibalize our own bodies, minds, and souls and dehumanize other people in order to shore up the foundations of patriarchy, white supremacy, colonialism, extraction, and warmongering as the “solution(s)” to what ails us.

to be a lightbearer is an act of resistance

claiming your spark is an act of resistance in a world that would have you abandon yourself

claiming your power to write a new story is an act of resistance

claiming your vision is an act of resistance

tending to your own fractures so that you don’t perpetuate your pain on other people is an act of resistance

taking care of yourself, resting, reconnecting with the earth, claiming your inherent worthiness and belonging is an act of resistance

living with humility, love, compassion, curiosity, empathy and open heartedness (and refusing to accept the dehumanization of others) is an act of resistance

if you are a Christian, claiming the Christ who lived at the margins and cared for the least of these is an act of resistance

dreaming, creating, building in congruence with all life is an act of resistance

the ending to the story is not yet written

my mother used to say “the universe abhors a vacuum”. in other words, if we do not seed the future with the world we want to live in, we leave that future up to someone else. 

as the world unravels, new stories must be woven into the fabric of how we humans interact with each other and the planet

as landscapes shift new life must be planted, tended, and cultivated 

as structures crumble, new foundations must be laid. foundations that honor our interconnectedness, interdependence and inherent worthiness

this is my resistance

i don’t know why i wasn’t born in palestine. or israel. or ukraine. or the congo. why i was born in a white, american body. i am certain i did nothing to “earn” my access to relative safety and security when compared with so many other beings on this planet.

but for the rest of my life i am going to do my damnedest to honor the spark that is inside of me and to invite you to claim and cultivate the spark that lives inside of you.

we do not always get to choose what happens (or does not happen) to us, but we do get to decide what we do next

for me, curating spaces where lightbearers feel deeply nourished, resourced and held is an act of resistance. 

helping you claim your spark, hold vision, cross thresholds, and build without burning out is an act of resistance.

i invite you into honoring your grief and your humanity. and i invite you into individual and collective acts of resistance.

if your spark could use some tending, check out my spark sessions: one-time, personalized sessions to help you reconnect with your inner knowing, ground into your body, and re-ignite (or fuel) the light that’s always been inside of you.

Love, Booth