A Letter to My Facebook Friends and Family
I grew up in a time where I learned my voice and my vote mattered. Surrounded by strong, independent women, our family members were not shy when it came to opinions regarding those who led our country, whether it was a president, a senator, or a mayor. By their example, I simply learned that if I saw something that seemed a little off base or wrong to me, that there was almost an obligation to speak out. I do not presume that I am an expert or know everything. And I acknowledge I may not be absolutely “right,” but I share what I see. If we all learn to share what we “see” without the need to be right, then we gain important insights from each other. Somewhere in the mix there is an answer worth considering.
I do not know if my Facebook posts bring others to any kind of awareness or if the content simply causes anguish; it is not my intention to cause pain for anyone. (Although I would share that as a woman who has given birth, good things can come from even painful experiences.) All I know is that if we are not challenged we never grow; and if we do not heed warning signs along the way, there is a likelihood we might drown in the flood waters of a road that looks like it is only a little awash in water.
We have an opportunity right now to decide what our beloved country looks like as citizens. We also have a once in a lifetime opportunity to decide how we see the world at large. How has this time changed you? Are you willing to confront the things that are inconveniently wrong? Are you discovering that your fear leads you or that you lead your fear?
There are actions available to us as we sit, hopefully, in the safety of our four walls, that are available to us. We are not captives on a sinking ship. We are alive beings who have rarely explored our innate gifts. The greatest danger we have right now (other than the virus) is to listen to a continual feed of pundit propaganda, from either side of the divided line. There has never been a greater need to pay attention to facts, data, and science. It can save lives.
We can also share the insights that float to the surface of our awareness as we shelter, removed from all the “have to-do’s” of daily life. Truly the only lasting value for me is my loved ones … for as long as I have them. I am old enough to have experienced shocking painful loss and I am acutely aware we are here for such a short time, now more than ever. It drives me into a deep appreciation for my life, for my family, for my friends, like nothing ever has.
For me, it is certainly not an economy that matters; it will recover in time and we will all be working together to repair and/or rebuild it. This experience has taught me I need a lot less than I once thought I needed anyway. I am unwilling to die for anything retail to save the economy as I forage for the necessities that will keep my husband and me alive … alive and uninfected until I can once again hold my children and grandchildren in my arms.
Let these coming hours, weeks, and days prove to be a personal evolution, one where your unique contribution offers your family, your community (or maybe even the world) new insights that will help us all go forward. We are all capable of that you know … capable of being a better version of ourselves. It is in us if we chose to listen and trust our inner GPS, if we ignore the siren’s call to follow someone, anyone, who would without compunction or hesitation lead us over a cliff.
Be well my dear friends, many of you who are also my dear family. It is a different time and we will all be a little, if not a lot, different on the other side of this. Life as we knew it will never be the same … ever again. I pray that this evolutionary shift is one for the betterment of all humankind.
Candace George Conradi