Participating in the Poverty March on Monday, July 18th in Cleveland opened my eyes a little farther to people who I now know in a more tangible way. I really need to pry open my heart farther.
I heard an undocumented lady speak of her inner anger over this country’s hardness of heart- after her many years of living as a good citizen.
I found it difficult but necessary to let the African American’s rage and fear deeper into my heart with emotions expressed so deeply in rap and poetry. Their personal stories invite me to continue softening my heart.
My inner journey towards oneness sometimes feels like it’s only beginning!