😭 the range of connection.
yesterday we drove our youth 3hrs up to Sacramento to spend an hour rubbing elbows with our friends in CA Senate and Assembly and drove 2hrs back home,
not before stopping to get the kids some food, and after everyone was dropped off, i had a hard time quieting my thoughts, as i always do.
the event had no media coverage, and the elected officials weren’t particularly engaged, but i had 7 of my kids in an 8 passenger van for an accumulation of 5 hours. The proximity of our bodies made for a closeness you can’t evade, our conversation reflected such, every now and then one person or another interjecting without proper social cues, no filters, no repercussions because we absolutely had to endure the ride this tight together until we reached the end, no boundaries.
The year before i worried that this same tightness in the van on a 5hr commute would somehow make the youth uncomfortable, as only a few youth were close - who had worked together with us before, and a bunch of new kids we picked up throughout the school semester, but i was wrong.
Last year we arrived at this same event where they had nothing satisfying to eat, because the finger foods consisted of bite size raw fish ahi poke and crackers with goat cheese.
They couldn’t indulge in the merry mingling of adults as they were unwinding, grateful for the open bar and loosening of the day.
yet ... upon our crossing of the bay bridge, and each one of them slowly waking up, excited to be back home, would go on to ask us, “WHEN WE DOING THIS AGAIN?!!!”
Last year i was worried.
worried the discomfort of our transportation conditions or the cultural incompetence of the food at the event would leave a distaste in their experience
but 🤗
these were young men and women, not yet adults and still very much kids.
Kids - who are more in touch with their divine selves because they have yet to encumber the numbing of psychological crisis’ that entrench the adult psyche every moment of life in this waking world.
Kids whose frequencies exist, even if it’s partially, In a presence that is aligned with the simple Joy of being.
ive ranted. But this year. I understood this. I stayed in a serene calm in the tightness, in the disappointment of the event and the mingling, and enjoyed the Joy of presence these kids bring to any space they are in.
today after work, i came home and fell right to sleep.
i missed a text that invited me to a suite at the warriors game, and i missed a feature we had on the jumbo tron for an event we partnered with the warriors and the sfpd, an effort at breaking barriers between law enforcement and the community.
Upon dropping the kids off lastnight, one of my other kids called to tell me he met Obama.
He sat on stage with him for the My Brother’s Keeper conference in Oakland the day before.
im a bit astounded by the range of connectivity.
maybe 50 percent of my time i feel alone.
disconnected from the collective masses and perilously moving further and further from Its clutches with every waking truth -
from which I’ve recently acknowledged, through a tiresome and lonely journey of deconditioning,
the capacity to tap into the recesses of our ONE infinite soul, where all wisdoms and knowing of experience reside.
The stillness, the loneliness, the hard disencumbering of traditions and norms, brought me into a space where all things were unpuzzled, and all things became one thing.
as words have become a translation of experience, a tool we use to explain It, to digest and decompress, so has become my duty as a conduit for our experiences - im here to translate It to our one soul and awaken different parts of Us to do the same in their own way.