Come over here! Pull up a chair, my comrades, countrymen and co-conspirators . . . Because I’ve got something REALLY special (eeeeeeeek!) to share with you. (Wait for it . . .)
I’m linking my arms and my heart with the good people at Love146 in their efforts to raise awareness and finances for the ongoing and arduous task of rescuing children around the world who are caught in slavery’s net. Love146 runs a campaign every year called Tread On Trafficking, a global invitation for anyone who wears shoes to put that tread to good use by fighting slavery in any creative way possible. The most familiar ways that people contribute to this event are through running, walking, working out and biking – all with the intent of asking sponsors to help them meet their fundraising goal. Every cent raised goes directly to Love146.
So, I had another idea of how to use our feet to fight all the bad traffick and I am SUPER excited to share it with you. But first you gotta turn the imagination place inside your brain all the way up. Ready? Let’s GO!
When my kids hit the dance floor and go entirely loose-limbed to the make-you-move tunes, in my mama-estimation they personify the highest and holiest definition of what it means for a child to be wildly and audaciously free. They are conscienceless of their legs and arms spinning and stomping and could care like nothing about how they look, praise be to God. They simply show the universe what it means to be all the way alive in the bodies and souls they were given. And there is certainly no greater joy as a parent than to watch the uninhibited nature of a child and my only thought in that moment of witnessing their unbridled motion is that THIS is one of life’s purest fragrances – the artless liberty of the young human spirit.
But you and I know that dancing with liberty isn’t an option or even a speck of thought on the radar of choice for millions of boys and girls around this orbiting globe. More to the point: children everywhere live the sum-total-opposite of what it means for a child to be alive. And the grief and tears that rise up in our throats with that reality is too big and toxic to swallow back down and how? How do we make an endless atrocity right? What else on earth can we do to press back against the darkness that devours several million childhoods for breakfast each day?
We ask these burning questions for the sake of our burning hearts and the children themselves who are burning alive inside the skin of their own lives, all their flesh in flames with no water source to soothe the scorch. And because they can’t put out their own fires, all the abolitionist-hearted people on the earth stop, drop and roll; we imagine and brainstorm and beat against the box of what’s been done before just so we can come up with new ways to kick this cancerous calamity off the edge to nowhere.
We do all we can to fight this oppressive power until just. one. more. liberating idea is born.
So come in close for a moment all you child lovers and slavery haters; justice fighters and peace makers. A light came on in my thinking space and I’d like to invite you to see what I see.
What if we had . . . [insert drum roll] a wide-spread (global even?) dance party?! Can you imagine it? If we all got our feet together on the same day, if we all lasso our kids and call our neighbors and their kids; if we grab sisters, siblings, daughters, mothers, sons, fathers, friends and we all decide that we’re going to dance unanimously against trafficking? If we put our on party shoes, maybe a tutu or a striped tie or polka dot pajamas and blow up balloons, toss confetti, crack open glow sticks, bake some colorful cupcakes and right before the music starts we tell our children about the boys and girls who live bound and enslaved all over the world and how those children don’t get to dance and be free, so we’re going to be free for them.
We’re going to dance for them.
We’ll tell their earnest little faces that every motion of their liberated limbs is an act of light, a display of freedom. We’ll tell them to hook every fiber of their dancing towards the intention of unshackling the slave-children. We’ll tell them to shake their booties for the ones bound up in man-made bondage. We’ll tell them to go wild and shout loud and be absolutely unrestrained. We’ll tell them to show everything on earth – above, around, below and beyond – how children were born to be, just in case there was any doubt about it anywhere.
And you know what? I can already envision the spiritual fabric of the atmosphere rippling and shifting because of our unified, expressive movement speaking to all the powers that be. Those powers that be will hear our roar that we are fighting darkness with light; fighting slavery with a total admission of liberty. And maybe we will watch with wonder as an immense impact takes it’s place in history.
Do you believe it?
My husband, myself, our kids and circle of friends will be having an outrageous dance party On June 28th and we’d be straight-up, through-the-roof excited to have you join us – from wherever you are!
What do you say? Y’all IN?!
Here’s how to get started:
1. Join our Tread on Trafficking “team” by clicking HERE.
2. Set a fundraising goal and SPREAD THE WORD! You can email, Tweet, Facebook, Instagram and make flyers. Tell your mailman and banker and hairdresser and mechanic. Invite ALL THE PEOPLE to your party! And/or, invite ALL THE PEOPLE to SPONSOR your party by making a donation to your Tread On Trafficking page.
3. Plan your party! Be CRAZY if you want, or low-key if you need; go BIG or dance with a few – there’s no right or wrong way to create this event. The main intention is be every bit like a liberated child.
4. Instagram and Tweet and Facebook pictures from your party and use the hashtag #danceontrafficking so we can all connect to each other and share the love, love, LOVE!
5. If you have any questions, feel free to contact me in the comments or by clicking on the little envelope at the top of the sidebar.