All Our Insecurities

I've been thinking a lot about the damaging impacts of human insecurity.

Insecurity about one's self -- is one loved? is one worthy? is one good? -- and one's place in the world -- will I have "enough"? how will I survive? -- is in my view the major contributor to cruelty done to others.

We all have insecurities, and many of you will rightly point to generational trauma as a root cause. For women, for instance, such as my own bio-mom who was sexually abused and raped and then gave me up for adoption, this is especially true. Domestic violence and sexual abuse are the unaddressed scourges of our nation, deepening child poverty and adverse childhood experiences for the next generations.

Insecure people grow into "mean girls" and male leaders -- people who will take any opportunity to put down those around them in hopes of elevating themselves and their self interests.

This is why the power of christianity's central message is so powerful that most "practicing christians" avoid it.

Merely by our being creatures of this world, we are beloved.

And in realizing that love, our duty and privilege is to share it with everyone and everything around us.

These are challenging principles! To soak in the love of the world, like sunshine and peaches, and then to share our wealth with everyone without judgement or fear.

Because insecurity also makes us fearful. Fearful we will lose the little bit we have gained.

I don't have answers for this other than my hope that we can all focus on what it means to feel beloved and to find and create ways and structures to amplify this privilege to everyone and everything around us.

In this photo: I was lucky last week to be able to go to dinner with two of my favorite people, Jeffrey Olson and Judith Jerome -- both of whom take the work of love in community very seriously and actively: love-in-action.

We were privileged to be able to go to a magical place -- Tinder Hearth -- where the beauty and bounty of this world are cultivated by some people for others.

I am so grateful for the privilege of being loved and fed -- and wonder: how can we make such experiences available to those who suffer most? to those whose experiences have led them -- and too often, many of us -- to believe they are undeserving? What new and more effective ways can we create to share our wealth and privilege?

This week, I had the privilege to speak in our community on a film on the unmediated structures that cause too many to be unhoused: poverty, mental illness.

I outlined the work of our island housing efforts, and urged the privileged members of the audience to just say, "Yes, I can" instead of "Not in My Backyard."

PM me if you want to talk about how yes, you can help.

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