Oh hello again. I just want to say thank you. Thank you whoever you are. Thanks for wanting to see what I have to say. I appreciate that there are some caring folks out there in the world. That being said, I've been told by a few people, or should I say, it has been pointed out to me on occasion that, and I quote: "No one cares." And the fact that I am writing this and you are reading this goes against that quote's cutting reality.
Courage, I realized tonight, is that we are all, standing up against the sound of silence. By not being quelled or curtailed by energies that divide us. By not being silenced. By questioning and seeking truth to the best of our ability and within our own logic and our own reasoning. Courageous. Taking on the care of our elders in their dying time. Stepping up against adversities that are driven by fear and justified by a choice in the hope that something has come to save people from the inevitable. Courage to recognize and not stand for insult in relationship to having a difference of opinion. Choosing to respect yourself and be as graceful as possible with people who you once thought loved and cared for you without conditions.
That's you. That's me. We have more in common than the differences we choose to magnify between us and others. We are seeking the places and people who can support, uplift and believe in us. As we breathe into the changes that are happening around us we can feel courageous. All of us. Each one of us.
Here let me just step off of this little soap box. I've always loved that idea of actually someone standing on a soapbox to relay their thoughts. I come from a short line of soapers. My great grandfather was in the Chautauqua in Wisconsin during the Great American Depression. He had four children and his wife, my great grandma Bernina died young. He would proselytize while playing Hawaiian guitar and telling stories from the Bible that he would illustrate on a chalk board. They were called Chalk Talks. It's interesting that my grandma Ella had these particular cheekbones that were called Cherokee.
Anyway. It is late and I am sleepy. My favorite musical time of the year is upon us currently and I have put together my very own quintessential holiday music binder with good old favorite songs. One is twelve hundred years old. And yesterday I learned the song O Christmas Tree. Oh my goodness. Those lyrics are amazing. This book of songs is quite a mix. Mostly songs I've grown up loving. I'm performing them both Saturday and Sunday. Doesn't matter where. I am excited to be absolutely present and sing from my heart for dear family as they prepare the holidays. Holy Days. See, you can't stop Christmas. The return of the Son I mean the sun. Be courageous.