Make Your Own Kind of Music...

“Nobody can tell ya, there’s only one song worth singing.  They may try to sell ya because it hangs them up to see someone like me or you.”  I’ve featured these words extracted from Cass Elliot’s song Make Your Own Kind of Music.

Make your own kind of music and you WILL find others to sing along.  I’m living proof.

I’m amused at the visceral reaction to the revelation of a gender struggling for release from the prison of a façade, a shell.  I’m learning there are many levels of misunderstanding.  Some levels are set in concrete inside steel mesh coated in high tensile carbon alloy.  (Sounds like at least one of my immediate family members). Science has not invented a solvent to dissolve every layer – the core of prejudice safe from pollution of intelligent opinion, alternative views or worse, facts that dispel erroneous conclusions.

Life is cruel to some – keeping them shrouded in narrow-mindedness.  They are on the wrong side of wrong.  They have no hope for redemption and salvation.  You should feel empathy for them – they may never see the light of day – enlightenment carrying steeper odds than the lottery.

Maybe the magic potion, the elixir, the weapon to eviscerate the layers of misguided protection is understanding.  I know, it gets old and frustrating bordering on emotional debilitation to have to be the one who plays the enlightened role.  You can do it.  Never knew you were that smart did you?

Simple and unrefined understanding – is what I’m manifesting as the approach to bigotry.

I’m not saying you have to embrace them in a warm and welcoming hug.  I don’t have that much happy juice in my thermos.  But I don’t have to kowtow to anyone anywhere for anything.  Sometimes we feel like we want to deliver a bit of pain transfer with knee to the genitals.  Why fight or engage feelings that don’t improve my outlook when I can delegate that to ones who have no control over their common sense.  Right, common sense is not common.  If it was, the world would be a better place.  We’ll put this to rest for the day and get on with things.  Be the bright light in the twilight of reason.  Perpetual light blinds the ignorant and warms the equivocal.  Create your personal poltergeist.  Draw the willing to you; leave the others to watch and wonder.

Enjoy Thursday for everything it promises. 

Love and hugs, Nikki DeCaro