I wonder, does Michael Franti know that he awakened me to another layer of my destiny? It wasn’t until I saw the activist/musician in concert earlier this year that I realized that I too am an activist – a spiritual activist.
The word activist seemed harsh at first as I spoke to my family about the experience. “It’s like I am drawn to activism, but wouldn’t want to be ‘against’ anything,” I said.
I’ve since learned that my aunt Shirley was arrested while protesting during the civil rights movement. It is in my blood.
As I listen to Franti on my stereo I realize that there is no way for me to determine how many people I reach or don’t reach. He has no idea that I am changed because of his conviction filled lyrics.
My wise friends say that love spreads over the world like a network, one person at a time. Amen for that – there’s not a one of us that could do it alone…