Sometimes there are no words to encompass what we need. Sometimes, only an outcry, a hope, or a prayer will help. Because we are made up of different belief systems and ideaologies, we offer this opportunity to speak and show up how you need. Perhaps that is burning sage. Perhaps that is meditating. Perhaps that is holding space in your heart for all that is happening. For this guest blogger...it is a prayer.
May we all hold each other close.
I am by no means a fan of any WAR. I lived with it in every room of my house, in every hour of every day for the majority of the last 20 years.
And no, you're absolutely right. I was not the one kicking down anonymous doors, not the one entering areas that had been abandoned by Defensive forces for nearly 6 years, not the one sleeping on the ground, not the one being hunted, not the one in the cross hairs of an enemy rifle.
Nor was I the one leading Soldiers in battle or losing those Soldiers, sometimes daily.
But l did live with that reality, ever yday.
I lived with it, along with so many others, with the effects of war.
I was the one who, stayed awake all hours of the night, not sleeping until I (hopefully) heard a "ping" on my laptop, letting me know "all OK". I spent a lot of nights praying no one would knock on my door. I was the one peering through the window as a casualty notification team turned into a neighbor's driveway. Sometimes, I was the one who knew the worst had already happened, the one who knew that others would be notified of their loved one's death. I was the one who held familiy members, shaking in their grief and tried to offer comfort in their loss. I was the one who others, sometimes, looked to for help in making sense of the nonsense.
I say this so you will be assured that I know the cost of war. So that you know that I would never lightly suggest, "yes, let's go to war."
So today, because of those experiences, I can physically feel the fear, the worry, the knowledge of what is about to come these next 72 hours. Because after that, they will all be behind enemy lines.
I wish I had some great words of wisdom, some encouragement, some HOOAH BATTLE CRY, that would lead us all in buckling down and gutting it out.
But I don't.
Not one word.
All I have is a simple prayer, God be with us all, be with those in Afghanistan who are in eminent danger, with those trying to assist in evacuation, for those in leadership who are making life and death decisions. AMEN.