What if Love isn't the answer?

In all my spiritual writings I always proclaim with grand finality that Love is the answer. This isn't original, other greater minds before me have concluded this. I parrot it onward, along with a host of other minds in hope, in ignorance, in faith. And so I suddenly find myself faced with global terror on an unprecedented scale. Indeed, I read articles daily that bristle up against this belief quite alarmingly. Just last week I read about the sexual abuse of a baby, and suddenly love did not seem the answer, hate, retaliation, good old fashioned vengeance seemed better placed. 

So what is a spiritual person to do when the events of life challenge the lovely simplicity of a belief such as Love? Well you can't suck it up and continue to pretend that issuing prayers and love is enough. Sending healing to war zones and bereaved peoples may warm our hearts, but does it warm theirs? Does it put food in their bellies? Does it stop the fear? I'm going to be honest, brutally. No it does not. For those people living in deprivation, isolation, poverty, fearfulness and without the luxury we take for utter granted, no it does not. It does nothing. 

This is where me and New Age passiveness part ways. It's not enough. Even me writing this, it's not enough. It's something. But really it's just words floating around a page, perhaps read, perhaps disregarded after the first sentence.  Momentarily my baby will wake, you will go back to surfing the net and nobody does anything. Maybe when we get a moment later we will say a prayer and send some love. But oh my goddess, it's not enough. 

This is a crisis of faith for me. Yet my faith won't be toppled. I must simply reframe it, and find new ways to understand and express it. It evolves with the events I see around me. With the tragedy in Nice echoing gruesome and vile in the backdrop of my life, I feel utterly challenged. I must do better. 

I still, when all is said and done, believe that Love is some kind of answer. But saying that, feeling it even, is not sufficient. Love must be taken out of the realm of emotion, and it must be actioned. And the Love that results must be willing to take up a fight. It must be prepared to speak and do and be. To be an entity of itself, enacted through the bodies of millions of loving humans. It must resurrect the feminine side of life that is the sacrosanct space of love, and it must be used to challenge the very warped aspects of the patriarchal power and hate we see running rampant, in individuals, in groups, in cultures, in religion. 

So if you are a Woman, or if you are in touch with your inner woman, you are being called. Called to bring your faith in Love to the surface and to actually do something with it. Not to let it muster and mould within your heart. Not to send it's invisible uselessness overseas in the hope it may buoy someone up. That's shit, come on. We can do better. We can do love, as an active, real, physical thing. We can employ our love in the way we run our day, the things we say, the money we spend, the crap we buy, the opinions we share, the places we put our energy and the politics we espouse.

We can make Love work in ways it has never had to. Because Love has been shuffled off for the longest time as the realm of Women, and Women had no voice. Love has never been allowed to be a threat. It had to shut up and put up and was channelled solely into domesticity. It is time for both Women and their Love to rise. To meet the misery of the planet and to find ways to overcome it. Love need not be weak and passive. It can be strong, bold, frightening. It can be a force that moves more than just hearts.

Let us make Love a threat as real as bombs. Let it inform us and give us wisdom. And yes, it may not feel like the answer today. But perhaps we have never felt it's power, never allowed it's power to push us out of our selves and into the bigger picture. I'm going to sit in this feeling for a while, let it brew within me. Because this is new to me too. It was far too easy to just feel the Love. The doing, that's going to prove to be more difficult. This, however is my start. What is yours? Please, please come join me. 

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