Look. Listen. Love.

July 17, 2016

“This has been a difficult week”. That was how my yoga instructor started class. And instantly tears started streaming down my face.  Baton Rouge, St. Paul, Dallas, Nice…and now Baton Rouge again.  All in one week, just over a year since it happened in Charleston. Each tragedy overshadows the last. No time to process what has happened when horrific events happen again.

This blog is about finding inspiration and I found it in my yoga class.

My instructor began class by acknowledging the tragedies and giving us something to do. “Take today’s practice with you as we open our hearts. Take these words with you as you interact with others”:

“I See you.  I Hear you.  I Love you.”

These words are so simple yet so impactful.  Like a child learning how to Stop, Look, and Listen when crossing the street, what if we practiced Look, Listen, Love as we go through life?  Pausing to acknowledge each other. Stopping to listen and really try to understand each other.  Offering love, support and empathy.  So many of us just want to try and fix the tragedy, we all feel so helpless, why does this keep happening?  Maybe we can begin to Look. Listen. and Love.

Our practice centered around opening our heart, and as I followed each and every move she directed, I sent all the love I could muster to St. Paul, Baton Rouge, Dallas, and Nice. I left the practice asking myself, what can I do? In my neighborhood, in my community. How can I better connect?

And the evening provided a great opportunity.  In a prior blog ” Welcome Home ” I referenced my former babysitter, and now neighbor, Miss Doris.  When I was a small child during segregation, she would take my sister and me to Hampton Park.  As white children, we were her only access to the park.  I was so young, I have only recently connected myself to that issue. I didn’t know I was apart of it and I certainly didn’t know how Miss Doris felt until recently when she told me how hard it was for her.  And for her little sister, who would cry at the door because she was not allowed to go.  When I met her again, after so many years, she said this was a healing moment for her.  So when she invited us to her family reunion party, I couldn’t wait to go.  And when we walked up and a videographer handed me a microphone, asked me to look into the camera and say a few words, I didn’t hesitate.  And when the DJ cranked up the tunes, I jumped up and danced with the children; looking, listening and loving.

Photos: Charleston Strong wall, Rutledge Avenue, Charleston; Miss Doris and Me ~ first meeting; The Wall – I Love You, Montmartre, Paris (where I Love You is written over 1000 times in more than 300 languages).

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4 Comments

  • Reply Sam July 19, 2016 at 12:35 pm

    You made me cry. but if i’m honest, I have been tearful all week for these things. Sunt lacrimae rerum.

    • Reply English July 19, 2016 at 3:34 pm

      Sunt lacrimae rerum indeed. Thank you for your comments, it means so much!

  • Reply Jolee September 1, 2016 at 10:18 pm

    I love this so much!

    • Reply English September 5, 2016 at 5:14 pm

      Thank you! You were the inspiration for it!

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