Why Change OUR World?

Lately, I’ve been thinking about how I can take on the small task of  “saving the world” through social entrepreneurship and advocacy.

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But why “save” or “change” the world? Is it broken? Does it need fixing? Or does it just need a nip and a tuck – here and there?

One thing I know – through reading this morning’s tweets, comments, posts and news – this world…my world…OUR world…needs changing. But what a humongous undertaking… seriously. How can we change an entire world filled with so much cultural, political, economic and environmental diversity? Diversity that is supposed to be beautiful, yet linked to competition, fear and annomosity.

The answer is…wait for it….one person at a time. And that one person is… me… and that other person is…you (the person reading this text right now).

So let’s ask ourselves an important question. How have I/we been treated by others lately? How did it feel?

Ok, now how have I treated others lately?

Have I thrown people into a categorical box of labels? Black, white, liberal, conservative, communist, capitalist, gay, straight, Christian, Muslim and so forth? At the end of the day, if a massive asteroid hit Earth or an international pandemic attacked OUR world would any of these labels even matter?

Before we look for a cure for Our World, let’s check ourselves. Let’s be responsible and act right…do right…treat each other right. Seriously, I’m so done with all the divisiveness driven by fear, material greed and power. Individually and collectively we as the human race can make monumental changes in and to OUR world.

Let’s treat the little time we have living in OUR world like it’s our most precious, valuable resource. It’s time to make everyday special. Let’s be kind to ourselves and everyone we share OUR World with.

Peace and love,

Chanda

#togetherwecan #changeourworld

 

A Graveyard Meditation Moment

Cemetery in Bellefonte

Yesterday, I woke up early to take a morning walk. Purely for exercise. My plan was to walk every morning while listening to inspirational music or NPR’s Morning Edition from my phone. My intensions were laid to rest, however, as something very mysterious happened along the way a few blocks from my home.

So I’m strolling along getting into a nice pace and grooving to this new urban gospel jam when all of a sudden the volume on my phone goes low. I could barely hear anything. I’m thinking that the phone’s volume button rubbed up against my sweater so I naturally pull the phone out and turn the volume back up. About a minute later the volume drops very low again. I couldn’t hear anything. I again turn the volume back up and the same thing happens shortly afterward. At that point, I finally ask “God is the you?”

Well of course it’s God.

As I walk further, there is a cemetery nearby, which I feel a compelling desire to walk through. My sister, whom I just lost, and my mother, whom I lost in 2011, were all up in my head. I felt a closeness to them as I walked through that peaceful, solitary graveyard. I “talk” to them for a while and then I finally have a chat with my creator, thanking Him for a lot of things and asking Him for forgiveness for some things. I ask for joy and peace at home as Ronnie and I balance obtaining our PhD’s, MFA’s, nonprofit statuses and business ventures. But more importantly, I want to hear His voice.

I really wanted to hear His voice. I tried to quiet my mind. I had so much on my mind. I decided to go ahead and just tell Him everything. So I go on and on about the things I desire for myself, my husband and my family. In that cemetery, my mind is finally at peace. At that very moment, I feel like God is saying “Chanda, everything you desire is settled. You just need to put Me first. I want to spend time with  you. I need to be your guide in your walk ahead”.  He says, “walk”…get it? Not just my physical walk around the neighborhood but my day to day WALK IN LIFE.

So, on this day I proclaim that I am devoting my morning walks to meditation and prayer.

After my walk, I return home. Get dressed. Cook breakfast for my hubby and son. We’re off to church. Ronnie and I do not fuss about anything (not to put our business out on the streets but show me a couple that doesn’t occasionally gripe over silly stuff on a Sunday morning). We enjoy the service. We enjoy a great hour of live music at Ronnie’s Sunday Jazz Production at a nearby venue.

We later attend our friend’s 50th Wedding Anniversary Party which was amazingly the funnest party I had attended in a while. We are reacquainted with so many good friends… and that small glass of pink bubbly gets me loose enough to enjoy dancing with my hubby on an empty dance floor. However, as is usually the case, once The Burrages get on the floor everyone follows. We love getting the party going. But more importantly, Ronnie and I are having fun together…loving each other…making magic together…not worrying about what anyone else thinks of us.

I believe that all of yesterday’s events were an expression of God in Action. He honored the time I spent with Him in prayer as my first fruit offering of the day. He honored my desires for my personal life. God’s loving embrace was felt all day long.

As I proclaimed earlier, I am continuing my daily prayer walks. No music. Just me and my omnipresent Walking Buddy.

Photo Credit: Chanda Burrage