There are the guts that sometimes are the roots of the glory. There is the sweat that somehow is necessary for the success. The heart and soul, they say are the accurate accounting of what makes the human, HUMAN. It is not always the facade, tall and grand which is the real showcase of what matters, but the ups and downs, the spirals inside, the twists and turns of the foundation which hold the heavy burden of feet planted on the ground. The grand and glorious are sometimes other words for greedy, and gluttonous. Good intentions will only move an engine made from integrity, intellect, and inclusion!
Finding fruition for a dream is delicious, and that is destiny demonstrated honestly! As an old saying goes, with hail and hardy, hesitation has no power here.
In this time of Trump and his companions of crime, his enablers of evil, his empty hearted but hate-filled minions, facades are tricks of the trade. Made from materials of scapegoat, bullying, fear, loathing and lack of empathy, HE and THEY are wanting walls, and moats, and palaces places to exclude, exempt, and elicit anger. Dreams die when Trump speaks, it is as if Trump exhales the same polluted air he has permitted his EPA to allow to float over America.
We can build towers to the sky, stairways to Heaven, monuments to peace. History has proven that the will of man and woman can prevail. Before good may come bad, before right may go wrong, before inclusion may come exclusion…before Trump we were not always the democratic dream so desired, but with Trump we are becoming a decaying democracy, a divided nation, and patronized puppets, whose strings are growing shorter and shorter. In Provincetown, I climbed the Monument, a site to remind the world that purpose has a place and that people must prevail!
