My life growing up wasn’t something others would have been envious of, and in an exchange with a brother I made the comment that I was long out of school at sixteen and working- in the end though it all worked out well-lot of things I would have changed if I could have, and a lot of things I did change, so some balance was struck.
In a way I think of life as a series of events that take you to the next moment-all subject to change by the decisions you make and the direction you choose- if that is true then multiple realities can potentially exist as the result.
So I tend to look at the good and the bad that occurred in my life as incremental steps that brought me to this place and time. To loved ones, family and friends, the land, all of it.
A different direction, a different event, a different decision, and possibly it wouldn’t be the same. From the current perspective I wouldn’t like that-but the greater loss might be I wouldn’t know what I would be missing-so I live the life, pray and offer, and do the best I am capable of.
It’s kind of like the medicine a person may have, and I liken it in a way to advice-if it’s good medicine, of sound quality, and you don’t listen and respect it then there isn’t much good that will come from it.
Same with life-it has voice, not always easy to hear, but there none the less-if you don’t listen to it and show some respect not much good will come from it either.
Murder is a betrayal of both medicine and life-and there is a distinct difference in the taking of a life in self defense or protecting loved ones, ones people, and murder.
Some may not agree with that and it is their right to do so, but it is my belief, and that too is a right.
Murder is a corruption of all things-of an intended balance we often speak of and say is at the core of who we are as people, as nations.
A taking of something Creator gifted, a pain and a sorrow visited upon survivors of the victim.
Those who commit murder never had a place among us-they either had to flee, possibly forfeit their own life. or be banned. But that has changed now-known murderers and those who authorize it present themselves as being representative of who we are, claim some nobility in their actions, or worse say they are victims.
It speaks to a terrible truth that any are accepting of such things, that they remain among us -the truth of colonization.
Colonization that sees tattooing the word thug on your body, gangs, alcohol and drugs as a “warrior” lifestyle, or the words of murderers, thieves, liars, and rapists as noble.
The great Lebanese poet Khalil Gibran authored a book entitled A Tear And a Smile – a title that to me can well serve as an analogy of life-tears and smiles.
Better I think to pursue a smile than a tear-better to create an environment where others smile than weep.
We all make mistakes in the course of our lives-they are stones we collect along the way, some seek to glorify them, others to deny their existence , and some feel a sense of remorse.
We can burden ourselves dragging them along and repeating them, or we can recognize and acknowledge them for what they are- make amends where possible, and move on in a new direction-it is a matter of choice.
I haven’t forgotten the earth and the wind.