01/19/2026
I have found myself in the righteous anger so many of us feel over the injustices happening near and far. In our own neighborhoods, and all the way around the world, always over the same connected things.
While I very much know better, I have found myself yet, explaining compassion to people who don't value it, looking at profiles to determine if they are bots or really this hateful, and seething with feelings I do not want to identify with.
So I asked myself - how can I participate in a meaningful way without losing myself? How can my help actually be helpful, not just adding another voice to the argument?
Ah, yes. It is by reminding the collective that we are in grief. We are angry because we are grieving.
“I sat with my anger long enough until she told me her real name was grief.” C.S. Lewis
We are sad at the state of our world
We are sad to see so much hate in power
We are sad that so many are suffering
We are sad because we don't know how to change it
There is nothing me or anyone else can say to stop the grief. Grief is a healthy reaction to losing what we love.
What we can do, is treat the big doom-and-gloom as we would any other grief. With care, mothering, and protocol.
First, we understand the way grief moves.
In the beginning we feel shocked. We cannot receive this amount of negative input at once so we "don't believe it”.
Our busy meaning-making minds are doing everything they can to make-it-make-sense. Consuming all the information we can about what happened. It is instinctual, albeit frantic behavior that is looking for a new reality underneath this one. So instead of trying to become a medical examiner overnight, give the mind small tasks that honor the grief.
For example, in the context of death, the task may be for grieving families to collect photos of their loved ones and make a slide show.
But the grief of the world is too big for one person. Some of us light candles. Some of us sing. Some of us hold signs. We find a way to channel pain into progress and to move our bodies or our voices so that the stress doesn't stagnate.
We don't make sense of things yet, we just survive them.