water (oil?) is life


Dear Ones,

In Raleigh, North Carolina yesterday, a couple hundred of us local Water Protectors went to steps of Wells Fargo building downtown, to peacefully share the message in English, Cherokee and Navajo: Water is Life. It felt good to stand physically–should to shoulder, heart to heart–with so many strangers who are committed to being a voice for those on the front line protecting the water, in ND. I have been shooting love canons through my site here and on Facebook, but to actually use my body felt powerful.

While our connections and stance felt good, it also felt very bad. I had to deal with my own hypocrisy and nausea: driving my fossil-fueled minivan there, and protesting and standing in front of a company that bought my house for my family, I owe mega bucks for my home mortgage. I strive to not contribute to the problems, but me– like practically EVERYONE– I am stuck in this system of our old story.

I felt sadness for the workers coming out. For some of them, today may have been the first time they heard about how their company was involved in funding DAPL.

I know in my heart and entire being, that we are ALL in this together. While Water IS Life, I know that most of us are bound by our dependencies to oil. It fuels our lifestyles, the way water fuels our bodies. While I believe this is the situation right now, I do NOT believe there is nothing that we can do about it.

I pray for greed, fear and the myth of separation to be washed away by love and sacred listening. I write about the injustice and plight in ND and the Sioux and perhaps ya’ll are perplexed by how an immigrant from England could care so much… but I do. If you ever want to talk about it, please reach out, don’t silently carry your curiosity… I am here to lovingly and peacefully share the situation and my heart. And in turn to listen to you.

I pray for us all, that we realize that ND represents every single duality of our America, from racism, elitism, greed, putting profit over people’s and Mama Earth’s health… and countless civil liberty violations. I pray for the new America to come peacefully now, and for intentional human suffering to end. I pray.

Thank you for reading and hearing me. And our Native aAmerican brothers and sisters say, Thank you for being.

knowing and believing a better new story is coming…

#NoDAPL #WaterIsLife #StandingWithStandingRock #MediaWhiteOut #wellsfargo

mothering is democracy


I took my teenage daughters to school this morning (Sonshine is home, sick), just a few minutes after learning the news of our new president from the radio. As a family we have been preparing for Mr. Trump for many months, but it still was a shock.

Months ago I vehemently considered moving my family to England, as a British national I have that right. But that was before I more deeply explored what living in this country means to me, and the possibility America affords, and also what it means to live democracy on a daily basis, democracy as an act I consciously contribute to… daily.

We have talked about what democracy is, what it aspires to be, and that an election is only one way democracy attempts itself.

This morning, on the drive we talked about it some more. I told them that today is a day for listening, and that deep listening is a democratic act.

Then we talked about our prayers. We can act in our power by choosing to pray for humility to wash over Mr. Trump. That we should be thankful so many of his warts, flaws and fears are transparent. And that we as a country, can help heal him and all us with similar hidden and outward expressions of fear (racism, elitism, bullying, etc.) by using our love and deep listening to the pain, and of course our individual and collaborative creativity.

Then I felt a panic feeling come over me, dropping them off at the door, questioning (in my heart) their safety at school… well anywhere really. I reasoned with myself: Dropping the children off at school today is a democratic act. Mothering (and fathering) is a democratic act.

We shall overcome. One foot in front of the other. Breathing. Listening. Hurting. Learning. Forgiving. Remembering that people and countries can and do change. Continuing on. Loving forward. We will make this new story, together.

(photo of our daughters standing in front of Abe Lincoln memorial, on the very spot where Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr loved into being our “I Have a Dream” speech.)

❤ becky

we the people


WE the People need each other, all of every one of us. We each have something meaningful to give. Together we are stronger and have greater possibilities because we are all here, alive, now.
We the People can make decisions that place and activate love over fear.
We the People can commit to reducing consumption of oil (i.e. carpooling, limiting/consolidating convenience driven car trips) –and ultimately evolve from oil towards bio-remediative sources of fuel helping the environment instead of depleting and contaminating it.
  We the People can support the beliefs of our Native American brothers and sisters. We can apologize for the atrocious ways of our ancestors.
 We the People in this present moment, can apologize for the past and the painful Holocaust that happened in the making of this Country.
 We the People can apologize to our African American brothers and sisters for the cruel and demeaning ways of our ancestors. We can hold gratitude to all those who suffered and those who lost their lives. We can learn from our past and not repeat it.
 We the People can apologize for the detrimental painful patterns of separatist behavior that still happens and oppresses all human beings, keeping us from our potential.
We the People can honor sacred burial grounds of all people. We can regard these lands with reverence regardless of our personal religious beliefs or our personal oil-consumption patterns/needs.
We the People can listen and respect opinions than differ from our own.
We the People can prioritize human lives, dignity and values over monetary profit.
We the People can honor, respect and acknowledge the Earth and the bountiful–yet finite–gifts she gives.
We the People can choose to no longer allow Pipelines to cut through our country, and propagate the old oil-driven story of US, We can demand companies expand and employ people and technologies that will help–not hurt–the environment and ultimately us humans.
We the People have the power to change our story and begin a new one that honors all people and the beautiful planet we are connected with and bound to.
We the People can regard human beings as potential medicine for the problems of our planet, while accepting culpability, and learning from our past.
We the People can believe that each of us has gifts to give in our lifetimes, important gifts that are needed and will make a difference.
We the People can believe there is a better way, and that NOW is the time for us to explore it together, in peace, with loving hearts listening ears, and not fists or force.
We the People are intelligent, capable and strong enough to hold the pain of not having all the answers, while simultaneously trusting the answers shall emerge and serve.
We the People can live forward in ways that do not inflict physical pain, intentional suffering, harm or death to any human.
We the People of this Earth can believe that together we can co-create the solutions we so desperately need and deserve.
amen. it is so.

I love all you people! Sharing these thoughts knowing this list is incomplete. These words come from my heart and prayers with my great love and hope for us… for humanity. I certainly cannot speak as “We the people”, but–in marrying my imaginings with my heart–I get energized to wonder what our world would be like, if we did indeed believe these as truths. I wonder… what would be possible for us? I also wonder, what are your “We the Peoples”?

from powerless to lovefull


dear ones,

I have reached boiling– well breaking point, if I am honest. Past few days have been really rough and emotional. One foot in front of the other. I have felt so powerless.

But then I remembered loving go to words… “How can I be love in this moment?”

I’ve spent much thought to planning THIS week because I AM NOT powerless. I have a voice. I have a heart. I am creative. I have hands to reduce suffering. I matter, just like YOU do! I can do things that exemplify living democracy in my own life.

So here is my plan…
1. I plan to pray. Not for any outcome specific, but for love to rule, to protect and save us humans from ourselves.
2. I plan to cry to express the sadness in my heart, mind and body, around the injustices in North Dakota and though out our country–racial discrimination AND prioritization of money over human beings and water safety. Cry, cry cry it out, like a human hydrant flushing.
3. Celebrate Halloween with my incredible family and friends.
4. Call these numbers to try stop hurting our Native American Brothers and Sisters, to remind them of the Treaty of 1851 which issues full rights of ownership of land to Sioux. North Dakota Governor’s office: 701-328-2200 ; Morton County Sheriffs office 701-667-3330 ; the White House 202-456-1111.
5. Use hashtags (new to me) in all my NoDAPL posts to remind MSM (mainstream media) to cover both sides of the issue, with intensity and caliber this URGENT situation requires.
6. Vote for President.
7. Love and hug on my children as much as possible.
8. Make something beautiful and something extra delicious,
9. Do something kind for someone.
10. Respectfully listen to people whose opinions I do not understand.
11. Find more ways I can be of service to love.

That’s my plan. To take me from Powerless to Lovefull….. What is YOURS dear friends?I’d love to know.

Thank you for reading and sharing. I love you and I’m grateful we are alive right now, that WE are the ones who get to change and remake this incredible world of ours, now… together.

love always, love…
#nodapl #mediawhiteout #abcnews #cbsnews #waterislife

give me your hand


God speaks to each of us as he makes us,
then walks with us silently out of the night.

These are the words we dimly hear:

You, sent out beyond your recall,
go to the limits of your longing.
Embody me.

Flare up like a flame
and make big shadows I can move in.

Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final.
Don’t let yourself lose me.

Nearby is the country they call life.
You will know it by its seriousness.

Give me your hand

~ Rilke
(translated by Joanna Macy)

my ❤ becky