There are rifts between us today.
They have nothing to do with the rumbling of the earth, yet recent events bring topsy-turvy hearts and severed powerlines topside. Thoughts of elevation and moral higher ground. We are separated by space and timezone but connected by infinity, though we forget that sometimes.
We yell Southwestward across #alleyways and Mardi Gras. Stomp and throw beads and lust and dirty looks and chest/app bumps and “I DESERVE THIS becauseâ€¦”. Just cause?
We are separated because we do not see the ground shaking from our bedrooms. Our screens are still intact. We are separated because we don’t speak the same language, not because we weren’t taught, but because we never learned.
There is a rift between us that shouldn’t be. A war fought by our grandmothers. Not us! Family recipes, three parts venom and two parts yeast should not be put back into the oven. Does hate exist in genetic memory? Does love?
Sometimes we have to be shaken up to stir it up. We are naturally wired to move when our bodies tell us that something isn’t right. Where do we go when reminded we are small? Why do we perpetuate fault lines that aren’t true? History is everyone’s fault. Take a deeper look. Revolution waits in the cracks.
I was here.
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Google Crisis Response – 2011 Japanese Earthquake and Tsunami
The American Red Cross
Donate to the disaster relief at Redcross.org or make a $10 donation by texting REDCROSS to 90999. The money will go to those affected by the earthquake in Japan and tsunami throughout the Pacific.
This ain’t the first and this won’t be the last. What about you? Will you stir it up? Will you love?