More than a bumper sticker

Certain things are hard to write about.  I recall—with favor and profound appreciation—a wonderful professor who taught me about how to write fiction novels and the importance of describing something with freshness and creativity.  Two of his “stay away from this” items were lessen exclamation points and commas.  He’d give us an assignment:  describe a storm; describe a sunset; describe sadness.

Hard to do.  I mean, the wind blew seems to work.  Along with the glow of the setting sun held its place in that moment.  Joined by her sadness tugged like a hungry dog.

Well, the hungry dog image lacks…in the very least.  Just popped up.

So, when I find a new way to say something…ka-ching for the team.  I LOVE the wind found its voice and tears dropped from her chin.  Oh yes.  I’m still working on the sunset and its sinking truth.

And yet.  There are some things, at least in my mind, heart and soul that stay the same.  Unfortunately they are not all good.

I find little if any toleration for people who believe their value is a function of their wealth.

Hard to fathom the depth of truth—it’s very shallow—in those who believe that everyone can pull themselves up by their own bootstraps.

No less to find merit in believing we can be self-reliant, contending that is the ultimate veritable truth.  [No it is not.]

But.  Even deeper.

It’s beyond possible [a negative impossibility to me personally] to find worth and verity [as in value and truth] for people who are racist.

Last night Diane shared something she found on the internet…the latest bumper stickers on political candidates.  Most pointed toward the slurring of Obama, citing his skin color.  I won’t repeat them…other than they were beyond insulting.

And I wonder?  Will that ever change?  Will it ever not be the case some can only relate to others based upon the color of their skin, or their heritage or their inability to find a job?

I like a friend’s comment, “For anyone.  If their blood is red I find them worthy.”

Colorblindness is a virtue.  Oh yes.  Unless, of course, it has to do with picking out a nice blended tie for a dress shirt and sport coat.  [Some of us still wear those.]

My sister, Marilyn, use to share, “If we don’t stand for something; we fall for everything.”

She’s right.  And that has NOTHING to do with political leaning.  But, for everyone, whether they lean to the left to the right—makes no difference in this instance—consider someone as God’s child and have selective amnesia—forget the color of their skin.

And for sure realize that not everyone has bootstraps.  Just look at children at a soup kitchen…or a devastated village in Haiti…or…