“On the cusp of writing my annual Christmas letter, I pause to absorb my own gratitude which sounds funny but when you’re touched by anyone, there you find your heart. I sit here in a mood that flows in response to the handful of intrepid souls still trying to stay open to viewpoints that may differ slightly from their own. Though that divide appears great at times, in reality, it is not. It brings tears to my eyes. You do. If you’re reading this, and are somehow compelled to consider my words; hating, loving, wondering, pondering, challenging ... we are one. The human family is under attack. Yes, we’re somewhat complicit, but don’t label the problem humanity. We’re not the top of the food chain. In fact, left to ourselves, we would be planet earth’s best librarians & custodians. Stop guilt tripping yourself at the recycling center. And definitely don’t complicate things by being unnaturally interested in me, spying on me like a snitch, as I drag my trash across the dirt to the bin. Go ahead, report me to the local online forum. I pray for you. I feel deeply compelled to retreat into prayer now that society is encouraging many of our most base impulses. Some of us have had no one to advocate for us, or protect us from bullies. We may have been abandoned by our fathers, our husbands and our brothers, or literally burned at the stake. In search of healing, we stood alone or stood by trees, touching their rain soaked bark. Will anyone bear witness to the crimes of nameless perpetrators, in a world where silence is the accepted norm? This might seem weird to anyone unwilling to consider a larger paradigm. But to you my dear fellow victims, I say, oh remarkable friends, just open your incredible eyes and speak.”
