I’m teaching my kids a lesson on balancing self-care and social equity from a place of privilege.
For years, I’ve been collecting comments and thoughts from myself and others on this idea. There seems to be a place in time where some move beyond themselves to do good, change things, make the world a better place.
Special things happen in those first moments we gift the world. We feel alive for the first time. We think we can part the waters and move mountains.
If we keep moving towards the light our darkness eventually shines through. It gets hard. Real motives reveal themselves. Hearts break.
It’s then that we have a choice to make. Numb the pain and avoid the truth or begin to die to self.
If we keep moving towards the light we learn how small our life really is. We see those who came before, those who will follow. Peace finds us.
We rest. We digest. We bury our sorrows. God takes those things we bury and in the right time they grow into something new.
As co-creators, with a fresh and new perspective, powerful moments of cooperation and reconciliation feel like enough.
Lean into the light, be willing to die, true life is waiting for us on the other side.
This is a portrait of Michelle Howell, a hardworking farmwife, mother of five, author, and advocate. On the left side of the bust you can read text from the poem “Anyway” that was on a wall of Mother Teresa’s home for children in Calcutta, India. “If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives. Be kind anyway.” “The good you do today, will often be forgotten. Do good anyway.”
Leslie Nichols, Artist