Every Little Thing... by Toni King

With permission, I posted a beautiful journal entry from Toni King. It's a wonderful reminder that no matter what we see going on in the world, we should acknowledge it, send love and light, donate or even take action if so led, then embrace the knowing that Every Little Thing Gonna Be All Right. This is how we keep our vibes high!
 
At the end of her post, I added the lyrics to Bob Marley's song "Everythings Gonna Be Alright" 
Enjoy
C
 

Every Little Thing …
Toni King’s journal, 9/19/2021

In September a message from The World Viewing Room was that every little thing is going to be all right.  I hugged that message to me.  I self-soothed with it throughout my week.

I distributed it like a healing balm to other seekers.  I sat in its presence and chuckled with it.  I rocked myself to its rhythm.  It became a song.  Sometimes I sang the melody and sometimes I was back-up.  I was one helluva backup singer.   I rubbed my husband’s back with it.  I coo-ed it back to his frustrations during the week.   With my students, I poured it upon the ground between us like libations.  Held sacred space to its vibration.  Carefully tended their wounds.  At the pick-up window at Arby's, and then at Wendy's and then at Panera bread …  and at and at and at … I smiled “it” with my eyes over my mask.   

I sang it to myself after my late hours and long commute. “You will not always eat fast food.  Some day you will actually cook a meal at home!  Ha!  I chuckled.  Every little thing is going to be all right.”  At every class, check-out, errand, meeting------- I shared it silently.  All around me fell sway to it.  I saw it strike them like Uriel’s arrow.  (Does Uriel even have an arrow?  No matter).  I saw the light take hold.  We shared a secret now.  Me and them.  Them and me.  This thought rippling round the world kept me steady. 

Even as Thomas listened to a broadcast way too loudly at 6:00 a.m. about Afghanistan and the women activists who cannot leave.  They live in fear of being found.  And if they are, of torture sure to come.  This rippling whisper that every little thing was going to be alright became a wave of prayer for them.  In our daily wave and out.  I disciplined my thoughts to carry the knowing that refugees from Haiti are trapped in southern Mexico, living under a bridge alongside my knowing that every little thing is going to be all right.  They number thousands.   Living under a bridge.  

Thousands we will care for.  We are a part of how every little thing will become all right.  I disciplined my thoughts to how we will all care for them.  In my email—a message appeared from someone I vaguely knew giving me credible organizations that would help Haiti/Haitian refugees.  I thanked Uriel. 

Every little thing is going to be right.  Alright.  Right for all of us.  When my knee pain returned out of fear for where the world is going … or so my imagination tells me.  The world is unbending.  Un/bending.   My knees are hurting.  Showing me that the world is hurting as it seeks to walk forward.  I sang to my knees.  I certainly can’t sink to my knees!  Ha ha!  I sang with the ancestors.  This is not the end.  This is not the forever.  This is the moment of turning in to the every little thing.  The every little thing.  The every little thought. 

The every little moment of knowing that every little thing is going to be all right.  All.  Right.  Alllllllllllll right.  My soul sings over the noise.  I join the other souls.  We are a chorus in the world viewing room.  Some of us dance there too.  We are gentle.  Our voices rise and fall like a wave.  Our thoughts are in Unison.  Our voices recreate the world.  Fall softly on those below.  Travel on the wind.  

Lyrics

"Everythings Gonna Be Alright"

 Bob Marley -