On Her Arms…

Along the same lines of cherishing humanity, creating a safe space for the many iterations of need and longing, I’m finding the folks of TWLOHA (To Write Love On Her Arms) resonating in love. And the serendipity in their outreach, particularly focusing on concerts and music venues, fits beautifully with a vision of empowered and active influences of healing.
I’m reminded that the same societal forces dropping bombs on refugees rip through lives in the forms of hopelessness, trauma and terrible loss. I’d like to say we’re stuck in a post-war culture, but we’re actually literally stuck in a war culture and that war is on humanity and especially on humanity’s power in love as love. It crosses all divides throughout the United States, into Europe, and on into Gaza and in the Congo and everywhere greed and lust for power rules. In so many places, the war is obvious with bombs dropping, people targeting people for death for the forces of greed and hate. In many nations, war as the most financially driven industry devours the immeasurable worth of human life, insisting on economic hardship, cultural overwhelm and loss of connection. Greed trumps heart. Power-over engulfs soul. Families are so burdened by the need to simply make ends meet, a deeper work of love falls to the wayside and our children suffer. And even when families manage to address all that matters, nurturing love and personhood, despair’s reach can still find a way to grab the well-loved.
The air we breathe is the same air in which others starve and die. The same spaces war ravages afar reach us whether we realize it or not. Our souls know. And with or without conscious awareness of these influences, with or without struggles with mental health, we all need a world where we prioritize connection and nurture communities intent on reaching each other in loving authenticity. This means creating intentional and powerful spaces for healing and especially for those who cannot access the care so desperately needed to stay, to refuse the bullet the war culture surrounding us suggests we take.
I love how TWLOHA mobilizes people to be present for those in need. I long to see a world where no city is absent folks on standby to be there in person and with true presence for those without hope or help. I believe we can create such a world, city by city, person by person. And yes, concert by concert, venue by venue.
I think of concerts and tours as profound opportunities for people to reconnect with their spirituality and their deeper needs for community and healing, not only as platforms to voice support for those places ravaged by genocide and war’s many devastations. After watching the video I’m sharing here, and urge you to watch, I found myself even more appreciative of those musicians who take the time to focus on why we’re here, on the power of facing truths and seeking growthful, soulful ways to be human and healing, to live in love.
To write love on her arms
where once she wrote such painful condemnations of herself…
To write love on his arms
where once he felt the grip of horrible abuse…
To write love on their arms
where once they knew the terror of violation…
To live in a world more and more on fire for our power in love and healing,
oh love, let it be.
The image featured for this blog post is taken from the video above and belongs to TWLOHA.









