I was gonna blow off posting today because it's a holiday and I am one to squeeze every bit of laziness out of a holiday, you know.
But then I was sitting outside drinking my tea and I started thinking about the fact that this holiday is what a holiday should be, really.
A day to reflect and pay respect to someone who changed the world in a good way.
In a difficult and sometimes messy way.
I "pray" (hope) (beg) (wish) that someday we will be able to look back on these times of judging humans by their skin color, or their sexual orientation, or their religion, or their whatever and think, "How terribly, terribly wrong we were and aren't we glad that we are no longer there."
And this led me down the path of looking at my own judgments.
I am in the thick of judgment right now and it feels so wrong.
I hate to be all cryptic and shit, but the judgment itself doesn't matter at all.
It's just the being in it that is taking it's toll on me.
Well, I just want to send a prayer of thanks up to Martin, and to all of those people who walked the path with him, and to those who continue to walk the path of non-judgment.
Let that be me.