the measure of truth….

i’m feeling a bit out of sorts today. forgive me for waxing foolishly sentimental. earlier, i saw a story about a victory in the Washington State legislature. exciting stuff. i realized i was experiencing equal parts excitement and cynicism. another story reveals the depth to which people  will go to destroy our planet and the people who so bravely fight for her. the duality and the polarity make for a pretty wild ride.

i constantly have to remind myself, social change doesn’t happen quickly….sometimes it takes decades or generations. it can be easy to lose faith in our fellow human beings. but change does come, as long as people continue to fight. change happens because truth wins out. now, some may argue with me about the meaning of truth. is it time for us to re-evaluate our measurement for truth?

here are some suggestions for new metrics: does your truth honor the soul of another being? does your truth rely on discernment or judgment? does your truth make space for the voices of others? does your truth abide in alignment with love? does your truth promote compassion and kindness?

i no longer believe that we can completely disregard that which another considers his/her truth. i believe we have had enough of that. however, if we re-evaluate the metric by which we measure truth, might we more easily be able to put aside all those who try to sell us a warped or disingenuous version of truth? i like to think of this as keeping the batteries fresh in our bullshit detectors. 🙂

today, i feel ‘off my path’ and unsure of my ‘best laid plans’ for being of service to the community. a serious case of the ‘impostor syndrome’ seems to have flared up along with whatever is flaring up in my head and ears. so, perhaps i am not really waxing foolishly sentimental, but am more guilty of wringing my hands and flapping my tongue out of turn.

i’ll end with this piece of truth as a better piece of meat to chew on than my ramblings.

“The problem with stereotyping is not so much a racial problem as it is a problem of limited knowledge and perspective.” Vine Deloria, Jr.

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Twylia (the 'i' is silent)

~ I am Anishinaabe-kwe with Scottish heritage and Sami DNA. I speak on the behalf of no one but myself. My ancestors inform and guide me. My voice is but one of many who are calling for change. We have much work to do to create a good space for the real human beings who are waiting to be born.

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