FEELING THE WEIGHT IN THE AIR: TURNING COLLECTIVE PAIN INTO CONNECTION AND LOVE

It's been a while since I just sat down, wrote, and purged my thoughts and feelings here about what I've been experiencing in my personal universe—my life.

Lately, I don’t know about you, but I’ve been feeling a weight in the air over the past couple of weeks. It’s almost as if there’s an invisible fog of negativity or impending doom, like something bad is about to happen. At first, I thought it was just me, which encouraged me to recalibrate my frequency in hopes of influencing my surroundings with light. But the more I spoke with family and friends, the more I realized I wasn’t alone. My sister was shocked when I brought it up—she admitted she’d been feeling the same way but thought it was all in her head. She went on to say something that resonated deeply with me: this heavy energy has made her not even want to leave her house.

Now, I know that what we focus on tends to play out in our lives. If we fixate on the idea that something bad is going to happen, chances are we’ll start to see evidence of that everywhere. This is why I’m always shouting from the rooftops to live and love well, to stay positive, and to practice gratitude daily. But this weight in the air feels different. This isn’t just a “retune your frequency and everything will be fine” kind of situation—this feels deeper, heavier, maybe even spiritual.

And then, fast-forward to the events of the past couple of days. Unless you’ve been living under a rock, you’ve seen the domestic destruction that’s left so many of us heartbroken. Senseless crimes have been committed, forever changing lives and shaking the collective soul. I’m not going to get into politics, belief systems, or the rhetoric that can land you or me on a particular “side.” But what I will say is this: this is a moment when we need to stand united rather than divided. We need to come together as a collective and reacclimatize our society, our systems, our families, and ourselves to love, kindness, compassion, empathy, understanding, and service to others.

This weight, this heaviness, this darkness—it feels like a cry for help from a desensitized society that's deeply in pain. But that pain isn’t singular, because here’s a newsflash: we are all hurting in our own individual ways. So let’s use this puncture in our social fabric as an opportunity to heal together. To speak the language of love rather than hate. To practice reciprocity and inspire change. If we do that, there’s a chance we can leave this place better than we found it. There’s a chance that the kids I hope to one day co-create will have a life of hope. A life of love. A life of contribution.

Interestingly, today at church, the room was overwhelmed with emotion. There were so many tears, but in that sadness I felt connected, seen, loved, understood—and more than anything, not alone. And that’s something I hope you, we, all can remember: we are not alone. We are love, and we are loved. It’s just a matter of remembering that divine truth.

Your friend,
Danny