Sometimes the ears we want to hear are not open. Sometimes the words we have to speak get stuck in our throats, sometimes we have to speak no matter what and sometimes become silent in knowing.
I heard Oprah say that during Integration in the South, it was easier to overcome, because it was ignorance that directed the actions of the white, not hatred.
Isn’t that interesting.
I too feel the same way. I guess if you are the one who feels the unfounded fears coming your way, you know the truth beyond their fears. You know yourself.
My family isn’t taking actions against me in hatred, but rather in ignorance. They truly don’t know better.
“Forgive them they know not what they do,” is a line that has kept me balanced.
It is so much easier to forgive ignorance.
The forgiving is the easy part. The desire to teach them, to open their eyes is like a thirst I can’t seem to quench. I want so bad to stop the ignorance and all the suffering that tags along.
They say, “Ignorance is bliss’ but not in this case. It isn’t blissful to walk along amidst abuse, with a body and mind at battle, absent from your natural state.
If I felt they were all rolling around in giggles with peace love and joy, I could walk away and let them be. But even if they don’t outwardly show it, inside there is little peace.
Peace is sometimes gotten from distractions, but it doesn’t tarry very long. Love is something to grasp from another, not an item securely locked inside. Joy comes in fleeting moments soon to slip away yet again.
Abused ignorance is not bliss. It is hell we are taught to believe it isn’t.
How to reach them, teach them, nudge them into knowing, how to dispel years and years of fixed beliefs, how to rid them of anxiety that grows with leaps and bounds, how to save them from themselves?
How to teach an unwilling student about a subject that all systems are programmed to run from, like turning around a magnet the resistance is so huge.
Something within me desires to speak, to share my words, to continue to write about this, to make aware things they are unaware of, to continue to write in hopes that one day even one will have an ah ha moment.
Words falling on deaf ears….does that make the words less truthful, less meaning full, less relevant?
No wonder I could relate to Susan Boyle as being her opposite. She opened her mouth and all took in her beautiful voice….It may be my words.
