Truth

It feels difficult to discern truth anymore. Sensationalized garbage is rampant and given overwhelming media attention. Anyone who spouts crazy is provided a podium for the world stage. And rumors and fear and who knows what else crapola is dispersed through every kind of known unknown media channel station venue. It becomes tiresome.

As does reality. Wading through so much misinformation and checking verifying sources of validity experts people who are qualified to have and share an educated opinion. And some people whom you know respect enjoy, promote share assert these un-factual non-factual anti-factual tidbits.

How do we continue to challenge teach discover uncover actual truth. And do people even care. It seems that untruth is so much more popular dramatic spicy entertaining than anything real. Untruth may be our undoing.

Those who shout loudest and more passionately and tell seasoned lies and fabled stories and feed a passion for gossip conspiracy. Those who appear to be victims of undoing but in truth wreak havoc throughout with all accompanying dramatic elements. Those who cry weep fall apart and blame everyone but practice no introspection self-reflection mindfulness of impact. Who are the real victims. And if we care shower them with attention help ease their pain, are they victims no longer or perhaps still but of a different kind.

And then you come across in all of the horror news stories, that one that makes you smile slowly. Turns your lips up and makes you feel lighter. One that helps you breathe a bit fuller. And makes you think that sometimes every once in a while, a perfect storm of strength and courage and listening finally (because the sound is deafening) the right thing. Justice. But there can never be equal justice of the pain caused created. The fear sadness of crying in the dark. Showers of tears and curling into a ball and holding one’s self rocking numbing hoping it all disappears from your mind. Your eyes. Your skin. Everything. Just disappears into a hole of nothingness.

And one perpetrator. One horrific pretending to be so-called human. One person in power. Is sentenced. To 23 years of prison.

And you hope believe consider think that perhaps this one person individual may represent an entire fleet of similarly predisposed villains thieves who wreck destroy stomp on souls.

They don’t. But for a moment. Even brief. You think finally. Justice. Or some form. And you applaud the torturous cries of truth that others attempted to hide smother malign.

And is truth and untruth something created for us. Are we helpless bystanders to events happenings. How can we affect change. Impact the world in a positive way. Improve truths. Make them better. For ourselves others future generations of truth seekers.

Can we be actors in this play. Create build structure contextualize a new truth. One that allows permits encourages enables you and others to breathe hope live with confidence and love. Your truth. Their truth. The truth of a caring compassionate amazing individual or more. Maybe even a group of like minded people. With a goal of equity fairness love truth.

My mind jumps to over hurdles climbs peaks swims navigates finds a place of new truth. A place where I have found the most perfect amazing partner person who fills my soul with goodness. Helps crush those old memories recollections. Turns them into dust.

None of it came easily. Sacrifices were many and loss was and continues to be felt. But we have formed designed innovated a truth of our lives our love our happiness. A world where we are active participants and have chosen to be together.

(Ella shared yesterday that J.P. provided 5-star service while I was in Belize with Macy. I laughed and hugged her as she suggested I step up my game. My response was that I had pushed her out of my body, carried her on my back in different countries, stood still while she scaled the height of my body, allowed her to use her “baby card” through yesterday. She laughingly eyes sparkling interjected said: and starting again tomorrow)

Ella’s love of J.P. did not come easily or quickly. He had a lot to prove and leap over in tall bounds. Being a father comes easily naturally for him. Being loved by a father did not come so easily confidently comfortably for her. She had a negative truth perspective reality. Time energy patience dedication trust. All of these and more were his ingredients to make the most deliciously satisfying beautiful relationship that he has today with the girls. His girls. Our daughters.

I am good if my youngest has a new favorite person parent being. The oldest may share the same. It took us a long time to get here. Here is an amazing place. Built of a truth that we cultivated through love and passion and honesty and brilliant moments of revelation and introspection.

Justice. Perhaps not. But truth. Ours. Built on a foundation of love.

Seek your truth. But also work to create a world that you wish to live in. Attempt to stop ban the spread of lies and untruths. But also work to imagine innovate a truth that you wish to share with those you love.

I never imagined justice would be served. I am grateful to those individuals who worked together (painstakingly) to build a more beautiful world.

We continue to structure contextualize a better world with more accepting and loving truths. And meeting others doing participating searching for something similar along the way. Be patient. Be strong. Be kind. Love finds truth. And truth brings builds strengthens solidifies love.