On Trump

I sit in the audience that loves Planet Earth. People next to me tend to want children honored, and women, and all humans. We want fairness in the world. 

Donald Trump therefore doesn't tend to be a match. People around me have a lot of opinions about him and some are vocal, giving him responsibility for the awful things he's done.

I get it.

Yet almost the whole time, I remain aware of his wounded heart, his wounded being. Am I forgiving of his ways? You bet I am. Do they still hurt when I focus on them? Absolutely. 

I'm simply here to say that it really hurts my heart -- and sometimes disgusts me -- when we throw mean words at him as if we don't know any better. I wonder when we will evolve, when we will shift as a society to be a species who acknowledges pain, and extends Love toward that pain rather than making the pain stronger with our fear, our blame.

Do I have answers? Not for you, not right now. 

I just needed to name it. When we add pain to pain, it makes more pain in the world. Is that what we want?