A Call for Loving Kindness

The news brings me down. So I often look away. But I know that when I have the courage to look at what is real, to soak in the information, it becomes much easier to know what to do next. 


So probably, just like you, I have seen the images of angry white men with torches. My heart pounded in panic as I watched a white supremacist drive his car into a crowd at full speed, inuring many, killing one.  I feel heavy and sad that such hate still exists. Scared that this hate feels so justified that it marches proudly in public.


I realize as a white woman, that I am not going to say this perfectly. Part of me just wants to do nothing. To say nothing. Because I am sure there is an angle I haven’t considered. And I don’t want to cause further hurt.  But it seems even more hurtful to say nothing. So here is my imperfect and well intentioned go at it.


When I hold the feeling of those angry white men in my heart, I feel a lot of pain. A lot of hurt. I see small children who have been taught hate. Steeped in it until they feel righteous screaming it out. Steeped in hate until they know it as truth. Thoughts they have been fed until they became beliefs. I think of the pain they must feel. The disconnect. And I know that more hate is not the answer.


Yes, they are in a position of power in the physical world. And they are abusing it by hurting others. Really hurting others. Being complete bullies. It’s not right and it’s not fair.


What I also see is that this “power” they have is shallow. A power that depends on control to get one’s way. An empty shell of power.


What I have come to see is that the real power is seeing through the violence and hate of those men, and remembering who they really are. To look them in the eye. To try to understand how they could come to this place. To find forgiveness, to love them. To take the energetic high ground. Because we are the parents in this position. Watching a group of angry toddlers throwing the biggest, most desperate tantrum you’ve ever seen.


We actually have the power. The power of understanding. Understanding they are spouting fear, pain, and insecurity. We must remember the power of non-reactivity. To stand in what is true. To not cower away in fear. To try to pierce their shell of hate and anger with LOVE. To offer up forgiveness. To give them a taste of unconditional love.



(I realize this is way easier for me to do as a white woman from afar. I have no idea the strength and bravery required to remain level headed when your physical safety is being threatened.)


But what I do know is that I want to gather.

To gather as light workers.

To feel.

To offer up love to those hardest to love.

To search for compassion. For understanding.

To offer up strength and healing to those dealing with this hate face to face.

To release the need to right the wrong. To lay down our judgements.

To remember we are all in this together. Every single one.

To forgive. To allow space for unity.

To offer up our spiritual gifts wherever they are needed.

To feel into what is required of us to spread peace.

To cover this globe with our visions of peace.


With love.


You are invited to a metta [loving kindness] movement + meditation. 

There is space for us all. All levels. No previous experience required.


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Please bring:

A token of peace with you for the altar.

(A single flower, a leaf, a candle, a crystal, anything at all of meaning to you)

Together we will create beauty, and bring home a reminder of peace, charged with all of our good vibrations.


Lightworkers: you are invited to contribute your healing modalities to the evening.

Contact me if you would like to contribute.


With all my love,



'Compassion and love are not mere luxuries. 
As the source both of inner and external peace, 
they are fundamental to the continued survival of our species.'
- His Holiness the XIV Dalai Lama


“To reteach a thing its loveliness is the nature of metta. Through lovingkindness, everyone & everything can flower again from within.”  - Sharon Salzberg