This has nothing to do with writing or rain or riding through the wilds.

It’s political.

Because I choose not to be.

I don’t get what’s up with our world. But I can’t not see it. So what’s a gal to do? You see; you feel; you care. And then what? At some point, you’re gonna stand up and do something. Hopefully, something good. We all need that.

More and more of us can’t watch the news. Bad for mental health. It’s like watching a brutal boxing match, or ancient gladiators in a pit, or a really bad WWE show. Two sides in a barbaric fight, a fight to the death, while the spectators, show leaders and ringmasters egg the battle on, laughing at the foolish, bloody pawns they’re playing against each other.

No thanks.

If I was standing on the fence, which at times I feel I am, how could I choose sides when at their core, both sides are good? Good folks with good values wanting a good life for their children, but somehow pushed to this dark place of devaluing and dehumanizing the other side.

“We’re not the same,” some friends say about other friends.

Bullshit.

Y’all look the same to me.

Y’all want to be safe.

Y’all want to belong.

Y’all want to be loved.

So why are we ripping one another apart?

I don’t care what side of the fence you stand on.

Because it is not a fence between two sides or walls between us that will keep us safe when the danger is already within. Building bridges, not walls, is what will make us stronger.

Remember these bold words of Ronald Reagan, “Tear down this wall!”

Let’s do it. All of us. No matter what side you stand on.

There’s no room within this country for walls.

Me, I’m gonna kick the bricks when I see them stacking.

Not kick the builder, the contractor or even the client wanting them stacked.

I’m standing together. With all of you. With this country. With my home.

United we stand.

Divided we fall.

Remember?

I’m standing.

Please, stand strong, people. Together. Without a stinking wall between us.

One Nation. Under God. Indivisible. With Liberty. And Justice. For all.

I might be a sappy idealist and optimist, but I’d rather go down feeling like I’m doing the right thing, a good thing, and helping my neighbor rather throwing bricks at him.

I’d rather see the beauty that is all around and in everyone, because no matter what I’m told, shown or news I’m fed, it’s there. Beautiful stuff. Good stuff. And love.

Yes, there’s a lotta junk and bad stuff too. But you know the story: What wolf do you choose to feed?

Fear fuels hatred. Don’t be a weenie. Have courage. Choose love.

May all be safe.

May all belong.

May all be loved.

Until next time,

With love, always love,

Gin