“Maybe You Manifested It, Maybe It Was White Privilege.”

I saw this quote the other day, and this compiled with all of the #BlackLivesMatter protests has left me battling conflict in my head.

This made me confront the fact that I am an able-bodied white woman who is financially able to be in Bali.

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Then, I was riding on the back of a motorbike today—one of my favorite things to do in Bali because of its meditative nature—and it hit me.

Yelling at someone isn’t going to make them understand. Whenever I am yelled at, I get defensive and even more angry. I recoil.

The image of Siddhartha came to me clearly. In the book, the protagonist goes to see the enlightened Buddha to get the meaning of life.

This Buddha is so expansive and filled with love that when any problem arises he meets it with curiosity and space.

I literally had a “What Would Buddha Do” moment (even though I am not necessarily Buddhist—another topic for another time).

In that moment, I realized that my anger will only continue to create conflict. But my love, oh my love, it can create unity.

So, here I am today, showing up for you all with nothing but love.

I am here for you. I see you. I feel you. I am unlearning. I am learning. I am listening. Come sit in my space. Come feel my love.