It has been quite some time since I've blogged. What was once a daily (or two-daily) habit stopped. I'm not sure if it's because I said all that I needed to - or I just didn't have anything to say or think about...
I do today.
So I stretch out my fingers - compose the words - blow the webs and dust off this idle mind...
This Chick-Fil-A thing - *shaking head - it really has me bothered. Bothered on a few levels.
First, a few things: I love. If you know me, you know this. I love this Country. I love your Rights. I love my Rights. I love people. I LOVE PEOPLE! I love life. I love.
I believe you have a right to voice your opinion.
If I went out right now and burned the American flag on my front porch - I have the right to do that. I can do that. It would really upset a lot of folks. Folks (and friends of mine) who are very pro-chick-fil-a opinion would be mighty upset and point out to me that many (hundreds of thousands of souls) died for that flag. They died for that flag, their country and our families. I wouldn't burn the flag. I think it's disrespectful. It's my right to do it. It's hateful. There's no productive point in doing it. There are hundreds of people who have burned the flag to the heartbreak of those who had to stand there and say, "it's your right to do this, but you're breaking my heart..."
Chick-Fil-A. It's your right to do this. You're breaking my heart.
I reflect on history: women not voting because men are the wiser and stronger sex (many religious and educated minds claimed it so); blacks eating at the back of the building - after all, they carry all kinds of diseases - after all many religious and educated minds could prove it so.
Hateful times. Unnecessary. Wrong.
I know everyone has strong feelings about homosexuality. I have the most wonderful, flamboyant, flaming, beautiful gay cousin. I read his posts and antics and my heart smiles. I have amazing gay and lesbian friends and I adore them and embrace them and love them. Love. I really don't care if it's a choice or they're born with it. They're beautiful souls. They rock my world.
If you're going to stand up for something - or if you're going to feel like you're helping a cause - instead of buying yourself lunch tomorrow at the local chicken/not cow place - why don't you donate that money to a homeless shelter? Why not find a single parent who needs help and chip in $10 for groceries. How about buying coffee for no one that you know? Or a soda? How about taking your time and money and buying cold water for the guys that work for the city out in this heat?
Something. Something real. Something right.
I don't care who you love. You have the right to do it. Your love is so much stronger than anyone's hate or opinion.
... and that is the opinion of this blogger - who has missed the moments where taking up the keyboard just felt necessary.
Much love to you wonderful people.
Especially you.
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I do today.
So I stretch out my fingers - compose the words - blow the webs and dust off this idle mind...
This Chick-Fil-A thing - *shaking head - it really has me bothered. Bothered on a few levels.
First, a few things: I love. If you know me, you know this. I love this Country. I love your Rights. I love my Rights. I love people. I LOVE PEOPLE! I love life. I love.
I believe you have a right to voice your opinion.
If I went out right now and burned the American flag on my front porch - I have the right to do that. I can do that. It would really upset a lot of folks. Folks (and friends of mine) who are very pro-chick-fil-a opinion would be mighty upset and point out to me that many (hundreds of thousands of souls) died for that flag. They died for that flag, their country and our families. I wouldn't burn the flag. I think it's disrespectful. It's my right to do it. It's hateful. There's no productive point in doing it. There are hundreds of people who have burned the flag to the heartbreak of those who had to stand there and say, "it's your right to do this, but you're breaking my heart..."
Chick-Fil-A. It's your right to do this. You're breaking my heart.
I reflect on history: women not voting because men are the wiser and stronger sex (many religious and educated minds claimed it so); blacks eating at the back of the building - after all, they carry all kinds of diseases - after all many religious and educated minds could prove it so.
Hateful times. Unnecessary. Wrong.
I know everyone has strong feelings about homosexuality. I have the most wonderful, flamboyant, flaming, beautiful gay cousin. I read his posts and antics and my heart smiles. I have amazing gay and lesbian friends and I adore them and embrace them and love them. Love. I really don't care if it's a choice or they're born with it. They're beautiful souls. They rock my world.
If you're going to stand up for something - or if you're going to feel like you're helping a cause - instead of buying yourself lunch tomorrow at the local chicken/not cow place - why don't you donate that money to a homeless shelter? Why not find a single parent who needs help and chip in $10 for groceries. How about buying coffee for no one that you know? Or a soda? How about taking your time and money and buying cold water for the guys that work for the city out in this heat?
Something. Something real. Something right.
I don't care who you love. You have the right to do it. Your love is so much stronger than anyone's hate or opinion.
... and that is the opinion of this blogger - who has missed the moments where taking up the keyboard just felt necessary.
Much love to you wonderful people.
Especially you.
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