Chameleon Woman Privilege — Part 1

7 little ducklings ( 4 minutes read )

I’m driving fast, hyper-attentive, and praying the whole way, sending hundreds of Kuan Yin fairies ahead of me.

It’s my second trip to Long Beach this week to ship some of my “precious things “ overseas.

I gotta catch Matson shipping gates before they close.

I’m two and a half-hour behind schedule and truly could not have made it out of the house without my sisters, my human angels Sonja, Bri, Charlene.

One can’t possibly do this kind of move alone…

I’m driving without my glasses and that’s a huge issue but I lost them in the last thirty minutes of packing and cleaning the little space that was my nest for a short three years.

Five hours of sleep, five days of sorting through stuff, mostly papers ’cause I’ve been writing lots these past three years and there could be gold there so I don’t wanna miss a nugget.

Papers, food, clothes…let go, let go, let go … No glasses.

Driving against the ticking clock, and in between the beats, startling “Government-Citizen Warning” shouts coming through the phone as loud as in a megaphone: “ Alert, Alert, curfew at 6pm for Culver City and Santa Monica…”

Tears have been uncontrollable this week.

I teach people to feel their grief and remind them to trust and ride their oceanic waves of feeling.

Well, there is nothing that could hold this wave back for me.

My body knows we are at a point of no return.

I read about George, his past, his ex-wife, his daughter while I packed late at night.

I didn’t watch the video. I did not need to, to feel the pain rippling across the planet, awakening the depth of revolt in the belly of humanity.

I saw photos. I know his end, I know he called for the one who gave him birth.

I speak about it with my dear black sister as I drive down, and with the gorgeous black Uber driver who takes me to the airport the next day.

Each time the tears roll down, I can’t help it.

I’m leaving the mainland and I’m sad about it.

I explain: “ I’m sad ’cause I want to be part of and have an impact “.

“ You wanna be part of the movement ? “ my Uber driver ask.

“ Yes sir, I do “.

He gives me tips to be connected and how to show up on Social Media.

In 2012, I came back to Kauai from Los Angeles on FIRE.

In my training with Off The Mat into The World we spent time in juvenile halls and with leaders of rehabilitation for gang members’ organizations.

I got exposed to how deep the system can pin our brothers of colors down into a judiciary machine that resemble a cheap slavery feed formula.

That fire gave birth to Kauai Empowered Youth, which with much work to create a team, a program and raise the funds for it, helped a couple handfuls of possibly at-risk kids to get the mentoring they needed to build an inside spine to keep them out of trouble.

That was good, but that was definitely not enough for me.

Long story short I moved back to the West Coast mainland at the end of 2015, as I felt a need to be more on the “ front lines of change ”.

Some of us are moved to have a big influence and to fulfill our perceived purpose.

I am at the service of the Earth as a living being, and to the constant evolution of our humanity toward her utmost heartful ways.

I’ve seen and known pain, and experienced injustice early on.

I also have a good mind for synthesis and solutions.

I know that I am being guided and I am listening deeply.

Meantime I’m driving to LA at full speed ’cause if I miss that boat I’m screwed.

Suddenly the entire freeway comes to a stop.

Dang, I’m taking an extra 5 minutes on my ETA…

When my lane slowly opens up I see what stopped us.

To my left, in front of the car next to me, there is a mother duck followed by seven little ducklings that have decided to cross the eight lanes of the LA freeway!!!

And EVERYONE is stopping for them…

When I grasp what’s happening, I am crying and singing, the sky opens up and I know once again, that this is a time of miracles.

A point of no return.

Enough is enough.

A few days before, I heard LA’ s mayor speak on the radio.

I could tell the man was speaking from the heart.

He was calm. Centered. Speaking for harmony, for love ( yes, he even said the word a few times ), for weaving our humanity back together.

Yes, it is time for heart-centered leadership.

Time to rip the veil from over EVERYONE’ s eyes.

It is a time of no return. A time for our human family to stand together and unite everything that divides.

How did we let children being separated from their parents and put in cages?

How do we keep using communities for labors we do not want to do ourselves?

Using people we’ve either stolen away from their land or have stolen their land from under them, and continue to oppress over and over again at a time when humanity has the power and ability to create peace, health, and ecological balance for ALL on the planet?

Wake up world!

The time is NOW, and we know that we are the ones we cannot wait for any longer.