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Seattle was rife with petty crimes this week.
On Tuesday, a female jogger was attacked in a park along the lake. She fought her way out of it.
On Wednesday, a peeping tom was caught peering through a closet window, perched on a ladder, watching a woman get dressed. She said, “He was pretty brazen…even when I screamed and hit the window and told him to go away he just stood there and stared at me. I then immediately made sure my doors were locked, set my alarm, and then called police…then he left.”
Yesterday, a middle school girl, waiting for the bus, was maced and robbed. Among other things, the two teens took off with a gingerbread house.
These are only three examples.
Is it the darkness? The short sun-starved days and long, cold nights? Or is it the holidays? The Christmas cheer, the rush of rabid materialism and consumerism. Perhaps the season drives people to hate. To attack and steal and invade.
Man is better than this. Innately, we know better. But then, life happens and we crack under the coldness of it all. Some of us are driven by desperation, others are driven by greed. Blue collar, white collar.
There is something wrong. Off-balanced. Too much ego, suffering, hate. We don’t know how to care for one another much less love one another.
We’ve forgotten that in loving a stranger, we are loving our mothers and fathers and daughters and selves. (Many of you will remember that Jesus Christ said, “love thy neighbor as thyself.”)
We are all one. We came from the same place and someday, we will return to that place. To the energy that fills all the empty spaces. The the pauses in between the music notes. To the source that makes hearts beat and children grow and flowers bloom. To whatever it is. God. The Buddha. The Tao. The universe. Angels. The great Mother. Love.
Our lives on earth are short, so why not make the most of them?
Let us love and dance and eat and love some more.
Let us form lasting, deep and caring relationships.
Let us explore creative outlets.
Let us discover what makes us feel alive.
Let us survive the fear, hunger, pain.
Sometimes, when I hear stories of crime and desperation, I am left in the dark. Broken and scared. As of late, I’ve started implementing a new thought pattern.
It is what it is.
The trick is to see the crimes and the hate and the sadness and decide to be joyous in the face of it all. Joyous in the face of your critics and so-called enemies. Observing your emotions and broken hearts with non-judgment.
This is how the world is. It’s never been perfect or fair.
No need to judge or name it. No need to deem it right or wrong, happy or sad, beautiful or ugly, miraculous or tragic.
It is what it is.
Can you do it?
Do you think the holidays induce crime? What can we do about it?