Between Sarah Silverman, Oprah, Viola Davis, and Kesha's new single, "Woman", I am feeling particularly proud to call myself a sister this week. I'm especially heartened when my sisters with a platform use their voice for good.
And I'm reminded of this: we all have a platform. Yeah, okay, maybe ours isn't as big as Oprah's (seriously, whose is?), but we all have people in our lives who want to hear what we have to say. People who respect us, love us, and will take our stories to heart.
I think we forget this sometimes. Our power.
I think that's why my heart is so damn full this week. Because sometimes my power gets lost, restless under the surface, inaccessible to me for whatever reason.
And then Sarah Silverman acts with wild compassion and Viola Davis reminds me that I am worthy and I turn on the radio to hear Kesha sing "I'm a motherf$cking woman, baby" and my heart breaks open in the best way possible.
Today a friend told me his new year's resolution is "Less politics. More poetry." To that end, I offer Emily Dickinson:
“Hope” is the thing with feathers —
That perches in the soul —
And sings the tune without the words —
And never stops — at all —
And sweetest — in the Gale — is heard —
And sore must be the storm —
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm —
I’ve heard it in the chillest land —
And on the strangest Sea —
Yet — never — in Extremity,
It asked a crumb — of Me.
Can we offer more hope to each other? Life is hard, it's messy, sometimes it seems insurmountable. But there is hope. There is always hope. Because hope lives in Sarah Silverman and it lives in Viola Davis and it lives in Kesha and of course it lives in Oprah and, guess what?
Hope lives in you.