Everyone has a core to their soul. The place in the middle under all the callouses and scar tissue caused by life.
Mine? It’s full of rainbows and glitter.
Don’t mistake the rainbows and glitter of my soul for a Pollyanna like optimism. That’s not it. It’s more like Mr. Rogers is my default setting. I default to kindness. I tend to trust too easily, often to my own detriment. I’m often brought to tears by the injustices of the world.
- I hit high school in 1989, during the height of the AIDS epidemic. When most children were being taught to hate Gay people, I didn’t understand why. Why hate these people for who they love? And why would God the these people too?
- Like many school children I learned of the Holocaust through literature. While I intellectually know why the Nazis did this, it still boggles my mind.
- I cried watching police cause a “riot” at BLM protests, deep down not understanding how these people could first cause trouble, then punish the people they first harmed.
- My mind boggles at the selfishness of so many during this pandemic that won’t lift a finger to ease the suffering of other people.
- For most of my life I’ve not been comfortable around guns. Why? Because I don’t think anyone needs them. If we truly believe to treat others how you’d want to be treated then why would we need them? I don’t think people go around wanting to be shot.