June 14, 2012
Yesterday we signed up officially with BlogTalkRadio. That's a big deal"putting our money where our mouth is. More important, putting our voices out there where our minds and hearts truly are. We're publicly committed now; this isn't just another pipedream.
I've been meditating quite often recently on a poem by Alla Bozarth-Campbell, Passover Remebered. It draws the parallel between the flight from Egypt to the Holy Land and the journey humanity must make today if we are to remain a viable species on a living planet. One part goes:
Do not hesitate to leave old ways behind--fear, silence, submission.
Only surrender to the needs of the time--
Love justice and walk humbly with your God.
Venturing forth on our radio show, Envision This!, is causing me to leave those ways behind.
FEAR. Fear of yet another failure. Fear of success that will bring the wrath of those committed to the status quo down upon our heads. Fear that I am not adequate to the task. Fear of growing old without really having done my job promoting justice as I understand it. I'm sure a few other fears will cropup too to tempt me to turn back. I will need to acknowledge them as legitimate, but realize that I carry another truth more important.
SILENCE. I have the gift of an eloquent voice, but I have allowed it to be silenced by fear, conditioning, apathy, rejection, self-judgment wanting to fit in. Those of us that are called to venture out into a strange, new world can no longer allow ourselves to be silenced. Every voice for freedom from a tyrannical culture must be heard loud and clear.
SUBMISSION. Increasingly throughout my 68 years, I have refused to submit to what one person I interviewed for a book on local food called "the shitstem." I have avoided having a "job" working for The Man, selling my skills to a culture I don't believe in. Yet my sheer laziness, withdrawal, and fat have meant that I have passively allowed the culture to go on without me. I have not "surrendered" to the needs of the time or my conscience, but have allowed competitive, top-down institutions to defeat me without a fight.
Not any more. Envision This! is challenging me to come out of my closet. Burl is emboldening me. In the words of the poem I have been meditating upon to enliven my courage, I am now ready to "begin quickly, before you have time
to sink back into old slavery." Even admitting that I (and humanity with me) have been enslaved takes courage. Acknowledging these "old ways" is definitely humbling, revealing to me my need to accept guidance and criticism when it is due.