Today I bought a $10 teddy bear that I spotted when I walked into the grocery store. There was a huge display of them, all sizes, displayed to entice shoppers into purchasing one for a Valentine’s Day gift. Don’t ask me why I bought one but buy one I did. Later I found myself examining why I bought that silly stuffed bear. And then it dawned on me. The moment I spotted that bear I felt a part of me begin to dissolve. The bear was my key to acceptance. Accepting I must have faith that eventually right will conquer wrong.
Why you ask? What is so special about a stuffed bear and how in the world could such an object affect me so? The answer?…..my best friend has a huge stuffed bear that she literally hauls everywhere she goes. That stupid grocery store bear began hammering at my wall that has strained my relationship with both her and my very own sister in the present political climate. I will continue my fight for those who can’t, but allowing my angst, depression and frustration about the fate of our nation cannot cleave my best friend, my soul sister or my blood sister out of my life. That stupid grocery store bear began hammering at my wall to join my soul sister’s bear where two hearts can once again be joined as one.
I will continue to walk in protest, mail postcards to politicians, call, email, fax and tweet when I feel they are in violation of civil rights, in violation of our Constitution and generally lacking in morals and ethics. I am one small cog in the wheel of America but one small act of peaceful protest each day helps me to survive. But once my wall is down, I hope to bring some light and joy back into my life by continuing my fight as a patriot but removing my battle armaments and setting them aside whenever I am enjoying time with my besties, the people I love.
I find it ironic that 45 rose to the Presidency with a battle cry of “Build the Wall”, because on the campaign trail he built many walls across our nation. Walls between husbands and wives, friends and neighbors, sisters, brothers, mothers and fathers. This has happened only one other time in our nation’s history…The Civil War. Then as now, our Constitution and our Democracy was and is being challenged. Our democracy is a beautiful system with three different branches of government creating checks and balances that have insured our democracy’s survival for 240 years. I must trust that our forefathers created a living document that will be strong enough to endure.
Now my new bear and I have to get busy. It is hard work tearing down a wall.