Martin Luther King certainly had a worthy dream. The dream borne of embracing the plan God has for mankind. Freedom to be loving and at peace. In my lifetime, I doubt I’m ever going to witness this as the norm, but there is always hope, and that’s built on the assurance that one day it will be seen.
For now I take it where I can find it, and one notable place is online where most of you have no skin color or any other physical attributes. Part of me does love it when you reveal who you are or where you come from. But another part of me loves not knowing your age, your weight, your race, blah, blah, blah, because it allows me to focus solely on your words. And your words usually reveal more about who you are than your outer shell, and it’s who you really are and what your character may be that is most important to me.
note: I noticed as I was posting this piece that Perry has a post linking to a video of the speech.
I was sitting here thinking I’m not quite sure where to put this post. Sometimes it seems this place is so full of snark that I’ve boxed myself into something and can’t get out of it. But that’s a lie. I’m not in a box and never have been. I’ve just believed at times I was. And I love snark. I love teasing. It’s stock and trade at my house, and I’m the least of the teasers there. But I can hold my own, and I’m glad. It’s made life so much more fun. Being able to laugh is a God send.
And if I had not been able to laugh for the last several years, I think I would have gone mad. Life can be rough and never turns out like we expect. I don’t know one person, not one, whose life has gone the way they planned. That sounds like a downer, but really, it’s not always a bad thing although it’s often an unnerving thing, and I’ve been unnerved plenty. Thankfully, I got early training in the unexpected, in being blindsided by what life can throw at us. Some of what I’ve been learning to write about has to do with all of the unexpected events that occurred to me as I was growing up. Trying to make sense of them and how they affected me.
One thing I’ve realized is how weird my childhood was by comparison to most others’. When I tell anyone even a little of what it was like, I can see their shock and sometimes pity at what they believe I endured, but I never really think of it that way. It’s taken me a long time to believe I endured anything, and I have never pitied myself and don’t relish anyone else’s pity. I just know I am what some people think of as damaged goods. But really we’re all damaged goods. My damage just seems more dramatic to some, and in a way, it’s a gift because it’s freed me. I’m not confined by nearly as much conventional wisdom as most people. My upbringing cut me loose almost from the beginning. The only real obstacle I had was in not realizing it. It used to really bother me that I wasn’t conventional and didn’t fit anywhere or with any group. I didn’t realize what a gift that is. To not fit in with a particular group leaves you free to fit in anywhere. But first you have to learn to live with being considered a weirdo. You have to embrace it. You have to embrace that gift. So anyone reading this who feels like you’re just out of step with the world, be glad. The world is often full of absurdity. You want to be in step with that?
And what brought this on? A video among other things. LOL! I can so relate to this:
What a little gem.
Should I bother with the proverbial Richard Armitage tie in or leave him alone for the evening? I think I’ll leave him be.
This really shouldn’t be relegated to a tangent post, but I wasn’t sure how to label it.
I’ve been having a good time watching clips of RA and fan videos. But I cannot let this day pass without paying homage to those who made it possible for me to have this kind of freedom to be frivolous. May I never abuse that.
To all of those who sacrificed their lives and to those who put themselves in harm’s way but survived on this day 66 years ago, I say a hearty thank you for all you have done!
The picture is from this site. I hope they don’t mind me using it, and I hope you will go over there and see all the work they have done to preserve the significance of those events.
Martin Luther King certainly had a worthy dream. The dream borne of embracing the plan God has for mankind. Freedom to be loving and at peace. In my lifetime, I doubt I’m ever going to witness this as the norm, but there is always hope, and that’s built on the assurance that one day it will be seen. 
RAFrenzy 