Support

SupportS-U-P-P-O-R-T.

Last I checked, the word consisted of 7 letters and not 4, yet from the reluctance people show when it comes to using it? You’d think Support was a 4-letter word (and no, the word is not “G-L-A-D.”)

Support can be given in a variety of ways: Verbally. Physically. Spiritually.
It can be shown in something as grandiose as sky-writing or as simple as a text, “How you doing?”

It takes very little time out of one’s day to show care to another.
It can be as subtle as choosing wisely when confronted with more than one option (for a First World example: 2 Women, A & B; 1 Facebook, C. Which one should you give up? If you chose C, Facebook, you’d be correct. After all, Facebook doesn’t have feelings. Therefore, no chance of it being hurt by them. And if you’re among those who don’t really enjoy or care to use Facebook? Makes the choice kind of a “no-brainer.”)

Big Red Truck
Big Red Truck
Or it can be a red truck as grabbing the person into a bear hug and exclaiming, “I love you!”
(Keep in mind that a restraining order is determined by one’s level of attraction, so remember this when wondering whether or not to pull the bear hug move. When in doubt, a genuine smile that shows in one’s eyes speaks volumes and is R.O. safe. LOL. πŸ˜‰)

I wrote a small article for our local paper on Loving Day, a day that celebrates Interracial relationships and marriage, a day informally dedicated to letting Love rule… Yet some douchebag did his best to destroy it in Orlando, Florida. I couldn’t let that go in the small town in which I live without comment. So I did. I tried to keep it short, keep it focused, and end it on a loving, caring note. It was published in that Wednesday’s paper.

As yet, not a single response.
No show of care.
No show of agreement.
No show of support.
Not from the community or any one person in this community.
Yet I know for fact that what I wrote about matters on a personal level to many in this community.

However, as of this blog post, mine is still the only voice speaking out from that long, skinny branch of our local Montana tree.

Not surprising. It’s really nothing new. Same thing happened here in 2012 when Blackface was permitted in the elementary school’s wax museum… at the exact same time it was happening in Colorado Springs. Yet apparently the only person who had a problem with it was me. Even inside my own family.

Sadly, depressingly, it wasn’t the first time I’d received little racial support within my own family, nor the last. That lack of support hurt me to the very marrow of my being. Worse, when it was suggested to me to “remember, they’re just kids” and “maybe you’re being a little sensitive about this”… It’s almost better to have none. And even though 4 years has passed since then, it still hurts. It hurts daily.

Being told to “Let it go” only adds salt to the wound by revealing the complete disconnect and lack of understanding between individuals, which is also painful, because it feels like the other party simply doesn’t care enough about you as a human being to even bother with wearing your shoes for just a moment.

I tried mentioning it, asking for support from those I’d thought would be happy to stand beside me, and hoping it’d offer a better understanding of me. Mentioned how that lack of support when so needed was so much more than a slap in the face… And was told, “I don’t see how a white man can help.” And, “I’m a pacifist.”

*blinks*

So was Martin Luther King, Jr. So was Ghandi. So was Jesus Christ.
Yet they still got shit done.

Empathy.Empathy

Hm.
E-M-P-A-T-H-Y.
Another 7-letter word.
Interesting, considering that 7 is a number considered sacred by many.

We need more of both.

Double Rainbow (June 2016)
Double Rainbow (June 2016)

And he still gives his love, he just gives it away
The love he receives is the love that is saved
And sometimes can be seen a strange spot in the sky
A human being that was given to fly
Given to Fly, Pearl Jam

Thin Air

And I know s/he’s reached my heart… in thin air

Windmill Alley, Montana
Windmill Alley, Montana
Pearl Jam… just has a knack for reaching right in and getting to the heart of my Matter. Sometimes I wonder why I bother to use my own thoughts at all. At least I know why I sometimes have to take a (rare) breather from listening to them; it’d be like attempting to swim to the bottom of the Ocean otherwise. *pop*
(You feel me?)

Been feeling the air currents shift; something fresh and new and smells good is coming in from West of here.

Up in the Alphabet, L-Town, Montana
Up in the Alphabet, L-Town, Montana
Been noticing it for a while now. Been feeling it against my skin.

Seems like confirmation when I learned a dear friend is moving back to Montana, to Missoula… Because I can’t help but feel that’s where the thread is coming from. How awesome that I’ll have a reason to go to Missoula now, and often. 😊

StormCloud - Go Griz!
StormCloud – Go Griz!

And I know he’s reached my heart… in thin air

True Connection… It is a powerful and rare thing. Reaching out for it, takes strength and courage. It is not easy to find, even less easy to hold. Yet once grasped… there’s nothing like it and nothing else will suffice.
“I still try to run on towards All or None… All or None.”

Still… in the meantime, have to just breathe in the thin air.

There’s a light… when my baby’s in my arms.
There’s a light… when the window shades are drawn.
Hesitate… when I feel I may do harm to her.
Wash it off… cause this feeling we can share.

And I know she’s reached my heart… in thin air…

Byzantine… is reflected in our pond.
There’s a cloud… but the water remains calm.
Reaching in… the sun’s fingers clutch the dawn to pass.
Even out… it’s a precious thing to bear.

And I know she’s reached my heart… in thin air
Yes, I know she’s reached my heart… in thin air

It’s not in my past to presume…
Love can keep on moving in both directions.
How to be happy and true…
Is the quest we’re taking on together.
Taking on… on, on, on, on…
Taking on… on, on, on, on…

There’s a light… when my baby’s in my arms.

And I know she’s reached my heart… in thin air
And I know she’s reached my heart… in thin air
Yes, I know she’s reached my heart… in thin air

Yes, I know she’s reached my heart.
Thin Air, Binaural, Pearl Jam

Walking the L-Town Trail near Home
Walking the L-Town Trail near Home

Future Days

You came deep as any ocean
Did something out there hear?

10:26 PM (and naturally it would be 10:26 😝)

So I tried living “Present Tense” and Fail.
I’m just not a past or present type of person. Yes, I look into the past periodically, as needed, and yes, obviously I live in the present. But all my senses prefer to leap ahead. Take “spoiler alerts” and sneak peeks around the corner to look at future days.

And hey, as luck would have it, Eddie Vedder and Pearl Jam wrote a song for that too.

Pearl Jam (2013)
Pearl Jam (2013)

So persistent in my ways
Hey Angel I am here to stay
No resistance, no alarms
Please, this is just too good to be gone

I believe
And I believe cause I can see
Our future days
Days of you an me

“I believe and I believe cause I can see.” — It’s true.

coffee & cornbread
Coffee & Cornbread, breakfast of champions
And after what happened on Loving Day, June 12, I’d rather look at and try to distinguish from multiple potential futures –– clear or fogged –– because frankly, they’re easier on the eyes than trying to make sense out of nonsensical hate.

You see the kind of things I mull over as I eat breakfast in the mornings?

More Love NO Hate
#RIPride🌈