I remember when I was a little girl in grade school. At the beginning of each day the teacher would ask us to stand with hand over heart for the reading of the Pledge.

Occasionally she would speak to the men who died in support of our innate human rights. That we have a right to be free and to choose; that all were bound in a space of equal human value.

It was a volatile time, post Cold War and marking the beginning of a global economic crisis. In some cases triggering an energy of intolerance.

In the years to follow, newsfeeds would flood with the images of gross injustice – people starving, cities on fire, young men and women dying just outside hospital windows. Politicians blamed those they felt most ‘at fault’ ~ though, the true failure was that of moral responsibility.

I’m discouraged in the wake of today’s US news. Hasn’t experience served a better mirror? Have we learned nothing within this course of suffering?

Indeed, we have…

And as I watch the crowds gathering along these Capitol steps – I am reminded; .m

It is the voice of one which often carries us through.

For the voice of one can lend clarity to vision, uniting the thoughts of many into a shared human experience.

Beyond Mahatma Ghandi, Mother Teresa and His Holiness, the Dalai Lama – there were the Bob Geldoff, Frank Ostaseski and Maya Angelous of this world. Real humans compelled with one resounding purpose, raising the energy of hope to serve the needs of all.

Though, the car ride home from DC will be a somber experience – I am not without hope knowing there is always a voice of one.

In peace…

Namaste ❤️