Yesterday's 50th celebration of the March on Washington: Hearing MLK's speech all the way through again, seeing President Obama, hearing his speech, all so...inspiring and depressing, both at the same time.
It all depends from what level I choose to ponder it...from my 50-years-ago self, thrilled, righteously thrilled, to today, depressed...where is that challenged feeling? Have I beaten it out of me? Or has it just leaked away? All that fight for rights...my consciousness raising groups for women's rights...my get-out-the vote campaigning. Was that all for naught?
Burke & Herbert is the only bank standing that I would trust with a penny of my money. I trust credit unions but I suspect Navy FCU and Pentagon FCU have become big banks. What happened to: "If you can't trust your banker who can you trust?" Or was that your hairdresser?
And Maureen Dowd now says the President is only guilty of presiding while black, and she's been taking cheap shots at him for six years...and she doesn't even blush. Worse, I just think, "Typical." That's what upsets me most...I hear her with a shrug.
Where is my passion of yesterday? It doesn't just naturally go with old age...else Grandma Moses would never have become.
This is what happens when I spend too much time pondering the world through my ego-victory eyes. Those eyes that tell me if I can't fix it, it can't be fixed. I remind me that God can and will if sought.
The realization is that the state of the world is not God's...the state of our consciousness is God's...God consciousness. And that consciousness will truly change the world.
Thank You.
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