Trips always offer eiphanies for me. I just returned from one to Washinagton, D.C. As good luck would have it, I was there this past Friday. My son and I walked several blocks to the Supreme Court. We wanted to be there with so many others celebrating the Supreme Court's decision to legalize same sex marriages.
Now I admit to being baffled, shocked, aghast that this was ever an issue. How can love be an issue? How can we select who has rights and who does not. Clearly, to make a decision to say any living thing does not have rights is to be unevolved.
Animals, people, the planet have rights. Have I missed any living thing? Of course, I have and you can fill in the blanks. But I HAD to be there. So did my son. We had to stand for all those who could not have been there.
I thought about the OTHER judges who did not vote for this. The sadness is palpable. How can anyone deny love. To deny love is to deny life. But I won't go in that direction. Not today.
I am careful about who I allow in my world. Not everyone gets in. One, they must be comfortable with their emotions. Two, they must be progressive. Three, they must be my friend. I type that all with an empty glass of what was recently Moscato to my right. The dryer goes round and round as it finishes the final load of laundry from my trip. I am glad. Ectastic to be home.
I think I am becoming a hermit. By design. I really do not like to be around lots of folks anymore. Or chaos. Or negativity. Or poorly designed bathrooms where I body surf out of a dangerously slippery tub shower onto a similarly slipper ceramic floor. The bruises abound.
Coming home to a place where I feel comfortable. Safe. Happy. It never gets any better than this. The ephipanies. They are too numerous to count. I'll be thinking about them all week.
There is no place like home.
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