Direction from Within
How am I to write about these things I have stood for always, in some way; how am I to acknowledge and then help those suffering in fear? Listen to them. Listen without prejudice to the truly vulnerable. Place myself *near* the truly vulnerable. I can certainly take the lessons of direction I’ve received, think through ways to ask the right questions, just as my greatest teachers have for me, to allow others to see their own unique path. Theirs is not mine, after all. Where I have to draw a line is in deliberate and hateful acts of racism, discrimination of any sort which cuts off or degrades human life. I am appalled that there are people I know who don’t care about or even acknowledge this everyday reality. There can be love even if you don’t agree, even if you don’t share experiences or ways of life. Love is this at least. I think of children and how loved they can be, and how easily they can accept others in that love. There’s naiveness in this, o...