It is understandable why you can't hear the song of a tree.
What is not understandable is why you can't hear the pain you create.
All of us can lose our connections.
Connections to our community, to our family and friends, to ourselves.
Regret.
Regret for our actions reminds us that we have harmed a person who we care about.
We don't want to be the "bad" person.
The person who acts and doesn't care who they harm.
Especially our friends and family.
Where do we draw the line of who we include in our group and those we exclude?
On a playground, children make fun of how a classmate is dressed.
Maybe they came to school that day in their pajamas.
Adolescents wear adult activities like merit badges on their sleeves.
If they believe that person over there hasn't consumed alcohol, hasn't smoked, hasn't had sex, they become the judge jury and executioner condemning that person as an outcast.
Adults don't move far from their own adolescent brains.
An example is how well do you draw?
Most of us stopped drawing some time as we enter into high school.
If you picked up a pencil and were asked to draw a cow, you would render at the very same level as when you last attempted to draw.
However, it turns out that drawing as is many aspects of life is a skill.
If you practiced your art for a few weeks, you would improve.
We humans can adapt.
We are not relegated to stay in a self-imposed past.
We can grow.
We can grow, and the fundamental idea is if we want to grow.
Growth can only begin once you love yourself.
We all need to forgive ourselves.
We need to break the chain of our own making that constrains our true self.
A chain to break is racism.
Most aspects of racism are learned.
Passed down genetically like cancer its darkness stops the growth of the individual.
Racism stops the growth of the community of the nation.
But this is nothing new.
Racists are not ignorant of what side of the line they stand on.
They like where they are at.
They know they don't like you.
Every aspect of their lives informs them from their community to the God they worship that they are doing the right thing.
So how are you going to convince them otherwise?
Do you think telling them they need to grow will change their minds?
Do you think asking them to quiet their minds and listen to the song of trees will allow them to feel regret?
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Ain't going to happen folks.
Ain't going to happen that way for sure.
It's like standing out before a mountain and trying to call it down with your voice.
Humans don't work that way.
You're not going to convince a racially motivated person to vote for you because you say change is right for them.
The people who support the President are not concerned with who they harm.
We are not part of their group, part of their America.
They don't want to come together.
They don't want to move to the city.
They don't want to be told they are wrong.
They would instead burn down the forest than allow for the possibility that they could be wrong.
They can't hear us.
They really honestly can't hear us…
What do we do?
What can we do?
We grow…
We grow our selves.
We grow and become bigger and stronger than hate.
We grow our community, one day, one person at a time.
We grow our organizations, we reach for our brothers and sisters and encourage those that are reluctant to get involved that their fear is the soil in which their sprout must break through.
We grow by standing together, holding to truth and the fair application of justice for all.
We grow a smile
A smile that's more powerful and does more good than any rhetoric could do.
We demonstrate through the actions of our life, of our community that we are happy.
We grow…
Happy to have a family of every race, color, and gender, young and old.
The seed that cast itself upon the hard ground will never grow.
Hardened hearts…
Hardened ears…
Will never know the joy of that first green burst of a new life.
Time wears away the mountain…
Regret may whisper into the hardened ears as they witness the happiness they refused to join.
From the hard, lonely places of the world, new ears will grow.
They will ask…
What is that sound?
We will answer…
Love.
Peace
DFrey
