There is a lot of heartache in our world, and the smaller the world becomes, the more aware we are of the pain that exists in every corner. Of course, the news loves to report on this pain much more than it reports on the goodness that abounds, but the fact remains that our world has always been a place of hardship, brokenness, and injustice, and today is no different.
Given the pervasiveness of the 24/7 designed-to-light-up-your-amygdala news cycle, we must actively search for hope, otherwise we are likely to become bogged down in despair. We must become hope-hunters, looking for it beneath every blade of grass, beneath every stone, and we must teach our children to do the same. This is one reason why I read the Good News Network regularly, and now my kids do, too.
For goodness is everywhere. And when we see the goodness, when we see the ways in which consciousness is evolving, it naturally leads to hope.
Here are some small examples of hope that I’ve noticed just in the last twenty-four hours:
My 14-year old son and his group of friends went to see Barbie yesterday. The group consists of about ten kids, one of whom is trans, some of whom identify as non-binary, some who are cis-gender. The fact that I’m even writing that sentence is a sign of hope – both that they went to see Barbie and that their friend group is diverse and inclusive.
While my generation still stumbles over pronouns, my sons’ generation doesn’t bat an eye around issues of sexuality and gender. (I’m aware that this isn’t the case in every state or country, and I feel lucky we live in a place where acceptance is expected.) They understand the non-binary nature of gender with fluidity, and I have to assume that this also leads to a greater capacity to understand the non-binary nature of life.
Culturally, we’re extending beyond ideas of right and wrong, good and bad, black and white. This has massive ramifications for our consciousness as humans as we dismantle the hierarchical, patriarchal, competitive, and harmful systems that have informed the human race for four-thousand years.
As I sat outside the theater waiting for it to let out, I watched men of all ages wearing hot pink, light pink, and lavender. This, too, is a sign of hope, for any time we can loosen the stereotypes around what men can and can’t wear for fear of being called out as “weak” (or words that I won’t type here), we are moving in the right direction.
Then, this morning, as my son was doing his homework for his science class, he said, “Hey, I think you would like this. In one of the indigenous cultures in the Bahamas the women had just as much power as men – sometimes even more.” That this is what he’s reading for science class. That we have an increasing awareness of the wisdom in indigenous cultures. That he took the time to share this information with me. Signs of hope.
These are small moments, and I have to slow down to notice them. But they’re important, as they all have reverberating, rippling ramifications into our broader world, and they point to the fact – yes, the fact – that things are changing for the better in many ways.
I’m not a Pollyanna. I’m well aware of the gravity of our situation on this planet. I know enough about the brokenness and atrocities, and I weep for those regularly (which is another way to find wholeness in our broken world – by regularly grieving.) I also give on a practical level however I can.
But I also know and see and feel the goodness. There is a pulsating, unstoppable consciousness that has arisen in the last five years, and it continues to mount and rise. The tides are turning, and we are lucky to be on the planet to witness it.
How do you find hope and wholeness in our broken world? Whatever we water will grow, and when we water hope together, in community, it grows like the gorgeous flower that it is. So share below!