Some days the bear will eat you.
Some days you’ll be eatin’ the bear.

I find efforts in the realm of racial equity to be trying. Trying because some people don’t know the need of the effort—and tryin’ because sometime the action of a white privileged male in this realm is comical enough for clowns to cry.

And efforts to communicate love, peace, and understanding… or more directly, feelings of being wronged and not recognized for the efforts in love that I attempted; all for naught, as it were… yeah, don’t bother, they’re here.

And the grand symphony of all us beings, individuals crashing together in cacophonous waves of ecstasy and pain…

Sometimes, I stop for enough of a breath to see the LIGHT and breath in the wonder of it all. Before breathing out and diving back in.

I guess I remain grateful for everyone; and I hope one day to own my home.