Boulders That Make Waves

There is so much happening in the world. We see it, hear it, and absorb it every day. It lives in our bodies. What is held there doesn’t just disappear when our souls leave the Earth. It is carried, shaped, and passed down through generations until someone chooses to change the story.

There is so much to do, and at the same time, nothing to do at all. My body responds in screams, in freezing, in tears, in shallow breath, constantly sending messaged. The questions “What can I do? What can we do? What will we do?” etch themselves into my bones, scripting something that could live far beyond me, into my children and their children.

If we are drops in the ocean, I want to be a boulder that makes waves. And I know I’m not alone in that. Sometimes I’m tempted to respond immediately, trying to muster up something that feels like a job well done. As much as we need people to bring their skills, their voices, and their courage together, we need individuals moving from clarity, from groundedness, from connection to themselves, to earth, to something greater than all of us.

We are responsible for our healing. That begins with what we’ve inherited: the stories, the patterns, the weight carried before we even arrived. The call to heal and be connected to our bodies asks us to rewrite, to reclaim, to take ownership of who we are becoming.

There’s a proverb that flips a common urgency on its head:
Don’t just stand there, do something becomes Don’t just do something, stand there.

I return to this as a reminder: come back to my body. Come back to stillness. Heal before rushing to declare, to react, to act. Of course, healing and action can happen together, but the invitation is to keep personal healing at the center for collective change so that we become boulders in the water, creating waves that don’t just ripple, but reshape the future.

Healed people heal people. Regulated nervous systems can hold vision. A connected body can sustain the long, uneven rhythm of building a better world for our children, and for theirs.

And it begins simply. With a breath. Inna Body.