
Yesterday my co-host Krista and I interviewed a friend of ours, Cedi Ali Rajah,
in order to uplift melanated voices as a part of our commitment to #blacklivesmatter.
Somewhere in the middle of what seemed like a relatively calm conversation about his experiences of racial discrimination and profiling in his life, I started to have an experience of grief.
As I was listening and his story began to unfold, I was surprised as my voice cracked and tears started to roll down my cheeks. As I said the words, “I’m sorry”, out loud I realized that I was touching deeper than the anger that I have felt into a deep sense of grief.
This morning I woke up heartbroken.
I am grateful for the sense that past my anger at the injustice of our treatment of BIPOC people, is a deep heartfelt grief at our fear, that which gives us the ability to separate from one another, abandon our humanity and treat each other without love.
Thank you Cedi for your love and understanding of the ignorance and fear that keeps those in power, in power, and your willingness to use your life and voice be part of the solution.
Awakening to my heartbreak gives me and hopefully, others access to a deeper sense of the toll that dehumanizing others in our human family takes on each one of us.
I for myself am taking responsibility for being a part of a system of privilege that hurts others,
AND, I am willing to forgive what has gone before as I use the strength of my love to heal our collective human heart and the access of my privilege to rebalance that which is out of alignment in our world restoring honor, respect, and empowered freedom to all.
Love Heals. I love you, Family, bless us all today.