Flourish: (1) to be in a vigorous state; thrive; (2) to be in one’s prime; to be at the height of excellence; (3) to be successful; prosper; (4) to grow luxuriantly or thrive in growth.
I can see it. I want and can see a world where everyone is flourishing. The work of Brené Brown guides us – and me – to accept our gifts of imperfection in order to achieve wholehearted lives that would make that vision of a flourishing world possible.
Owning our story and loving ourselves through that process is the bravest thing that we will ever do.
As we celebrate the lives and mourn the passing of those brutally taken from our world in Newtown, Connecticut last Friday at Sandy Hook Elementary School, we are stunned and appalled by the violence, the sheer unfairness of lives cut unpardonably too short, the reality that it was even possible in an environment that we all believe to be safe. Personally, I grieve as a mother. I grieve as an executive at A Woman’s Place (AWP), an organization dedicated to ending violence. I grieve as a citizen in a world where everyone should be able to flourish.
As we scramble to find answers and to understand why or how (all of which I am certain will seem inadequate) I push myself to own this story. In honor of those lives lost and shattered in senseless tragedy, I seek to bravely own this story and step into my social responsibility to actively live a life that directly advances the social goal of achieving that vision of a world in which all lives can flourish.
In honor of those precious and priceless lives, I pray for all of us. I accept my responsibility. I solemnly and wholeheartedly vow to be brave and own that this world is the one in which I live and I have the power to create a future that is vastly different.
Please, for our world’s sake, join me.