I love my country, and the premises upon which it was founded. I love the idea that we are each, at least in theory, free to believe what we believe and speak that belief aloud, without fear of reprisal. I love that we can vote on what we would like to see happen, and that, somehow, our vote DOES matter, even when we are in the minority.
wonder how that potential has devolved into a place where US vs THEM is
more important than e pluribus unum - Where fear has displaced
hope as our guiding star – Where money is a greater measure of a man
than character. I don’t like this world that is shaping up around me,
and I am saddened that so many people, including some family members and
former dear friends, find war preferable to diplomacy, and their right
to bear arms more critical than the right of a parent to have their child
come home alive.
How did we get here? What role did I play in
shaping this place we are now? I have heard the dear Parker Palmer speak
of the “Tragic Gap” – the space between how things are and how we know
they are possible to be. If it is my experience, I played a role in
creating it, and I search my soul to find the anger and vitriol that are
being spewed around me.
Where is our common ground? We are all
people, living on one planet, joining in one family – whether we want to
be or not. We are on a ball of molten rock hurtling through space with
no way off, and I am so tired of the divisiveness.
I always talk
about finding solutions. Focusing on what is possible. Affirming “there
has to be a way” over and over. It is said “the answer to the prayer is
in the pray-er” so I look to myself for a way to end the divisiveness
and frustration in my own heart.
We are so much better than how we
are behaving. A dear friend’s beautiful husband has passed, and her life
is broken open, and all this petty bickering pales in comparison to her
journey. Can we stop? Just hold a cease-fire on name calling and snarky
comments and see our own humanity?
That’s all I have. Wish there was more… but it is what I have in me to share now. I am struck by how the words of a 50 year old song are so relevant... "What's That Sound" by Buffalo Springfield.