The storms, continuous. There are good days that have been very good days, a reminder that the storms do, in fact, blow over. Healing happens in the storms: injustice, hardships, pain. Some people are like storms(!),( they bring chaos, frenzy, intensity. Others are like good days, bringing the sun, clarity, calm. There are unexplainable moments of beauty in the storms. The dark storms come, without beauty: the bad stuff, people who want to make life hellish / difficult / cruel … I feel bullied. And, I try to remember: there is healing. Healing in the land of the bullies. I am not a victim; I (we) have what it takes to do the next thing. I’ve worked with kids, removed from the home because of the parents’ own style of bullying … sexual abuse and neglect. I think about people in Michigan, violently bullied by a man with a gun, illogical, brutal. I recall images of people in Paris, running for safety, away from terrorists killing innocent citizens. I think of bullies like cancer, Parkinson’s Disease; I think of bullies who target students in school; I think of corporations saturated with greed bullying American consumers; I think of women, men, harassed in the work place unmercifully. Such a small list. So, the healing … it is not just about me. It cannot be just about me. Yet, there are times when I get preoccupied with “self”, and I believe it is about me.
When we are bullied by people we do business with; when we are bullied by life; the car that breaks down in route to a meeting; the depression that rears it’s ugly head, our joy sliding away … when those times happen, our anguish is real and legitimate, and we do need healing. We need healing in the Land of the bullies. And in that healing, we can sometimes see a little more than what … initially … meets the eye.