As I sat watching footage from Egypt last night and listened to the sound of the reporter’s voice coming out of the TV I silently prayed and sent love and positive thoughts to the people there. The reporter was calling in by telephone because the supporters of President Mubarak and the corrupt police were arresting or attacking any reporters they found. The reporter’s voice suddenly became my primary focus as he described the injuries in the makeshift hospital that was located near Tahrir Square in Cairo. He described an encounter he had with a mother there of a 6 year old boy who had been bruised in the face. She told the reporter that he was a revolutionary.
I immediately thought of my sweet girls asleep in their bed, both also 6 years old. Sophie had asked me as we finished up our nightly prayers, “Mommy why are you always praying about Egypt now?”. I explained to my children that the people there had finally decided that they had the strength to stand up to the President of their country because they had had enough of being treated as though they were not equal to any other human. The government there had been slowly making life more difficult with the decisions they were making. But it is very hard to make a President leave when he doesn’t want to go, so I am praying that he decides to leave and that no one gets hurt.
It is hard as a parent to know just how much to tell a child. My children are very mature for their age, understanding concepts that my parents wouldn’t even think of speaking to me about when I was their age. Engaging my children in worldly discussions is important to me for many reasons, but the biggest is simply this: I want my children to know me as the parent that cares about the world. Because that is who I AM.
Sometimes, I get wrapped up in a sticky word, “Enough”. I’m not doing enough to demonstrate my care for the world. I can’t find enough time to do the things that would make the world a better place. I’m not doing enough for my kids, I’m not doing enough household chores, I’m not getting enough help from others, I’m not doing enough.
Those are some very low energy phrases that make me depressed just looking at them. But I have something in common with the woman who was with her 6 year old son in the square in Cairo. That would be the hugely powerful word, “Intention”. Intention is definitely more preferable in my framework of thinking and definitely the way I work through my feelings of not “enough”. I remind myself of my intentions each and every day with every conscious action, every conscious breath and every conscious word. And as I do so in the presence of my children, that energy carries to them and is amplified as they grow up. They feel my intention and understand that it is what fuels my passion in everything I do. Our collective prayers each day are a way of expressing our intention and also gives God/Allah/Universe and the Angels permission to help us with that.
Intention is changing the world. And the more positive intentions we hold in our hearts throughout our days and nights, the more we will see it expressed in the physical. Revolutions are occurring all over the globe because people are reclaiming their human birthright. They are understanding that we are all ONE. All one part of the Earth Family. And while I can’t fly away to Egypt to physically protect my brothers and sisters from the stones that are being cast at them, my intention is for peace and love to enter the hearts of all souls there and for a peaceful resolution.