My dear Circle,

Last night, something in me cracked. I want to share the crack because maybe you've felt it too.

They say the light comes through the cracks and in an ironic way, that's what happened here too, so read to the end where I share the light that came through.

Every story I read about hatred, mistreatment, and cruelty—from the extreme and horrifying to the still-business-as-usual misogyny, racism, homophobia, antisemitism, Islamophobia, and on and on—is like a glancing blow against the invisible shield around my heart.

It's been building.

Yesterday, a man yelled at me in a parking lot over a shopping cart that had lightly tapped his car.

There was no damage. Not even a scuff mark.

But the force of his anger surprised me.

So much simmering menace directed at a complete stranger over something so minor.

As I drove away, I wasn't thinking about the shopping cart anymore.

I was thinking about how that same kind of angry, stewing energy is playing out in larger and more dangerous ways all around us.

A pot waiting for one more degree to boil over.

Later, I found myself thinking about Amelia Earhart.

I'd recently learned that some radio operators reportedly ignored her calls for help because she was a woman flying where they believed a woman didn't belong.

What if they had helped her instead?

It infuriated me.

The willingness to see another human being in need and decide they matter less because of who they are.

The smallness of it.

The cruelty of it.

And then more stories crossed my awareness.

Hate crimes.

The brutality inflicted on vulnerable people.

Institutional violence.

People treating other people as less than human.

By the end of the day, my tender heart had reached its limit.

I wanted to scream: How are we still here?

How are we still having these conversations?

How is so much of this still considered normal?

I had to let some of that grief and pain out.

But I also didn't want to add to the anger.

I didn't want to add to the despair.

Then this morning, while leading a small group in an energy activation and healing session, something unexpected happened.

A message came through.

A message from beings of light.

A message perhaps from Light itself.

The essence of it was this:

In the midst of chaos, light is still being planted.

Where we see destruction, light is being planted in its wake.

Where old structures are being deconstructed, there is potential for something new.

And there are many beings watching what is happening on this planet and cheering us on.

Cheering us on to hold a vision of something greater.

To keep imagining what is possible in the face of everything that appears to be the opposite.

The message wasn't asking us to ignore the darkness.

It wasn't asking us to pretend cruelty isn't real.

It was saying that despair is not the whole story.

That hope matters.

Imagination matters.

Holding a vision for a kinder, more compassionate world matters.

Maybe now more than ever.

Today, that's what I'm choosing.

Not because I don't see the darkness. I do.

But because I choose to believe that light is being planted, even now.

And perhaps my job, something I can actually do, is to help it grow.

If you're feeling tender, overwhelmed, discouraged, or uncertain right now, I hope this message finds you at exactly the right moment.

And if you're feeling called to reconnect with your own inner light, clear what no longer serves you, and remember who you are beneath the noise, I'd be honored to support you. Reply to me here or book a visit to talk about how I can be of service here: Quick Connect

Sending lots of love and light,

Miché

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