I met three little girls on my walk today. One was
fair with freckles on her nose and blond. She celebrated Christmas. One was
biracial with many braids in her hair, light brown, and celebrated Christmas.
And one was dark brown with black hair and celebrated Chanukah. That is our
country now. It is browning and one never knows who is what religion or ethnic
background or actual race. I could have
met a redhead who is Muslim. But that is whom I met today. When I approached
the bench, I thought that the blonde girl was Jewish and the dark skinned girl
was Muslim or Sikh or Hindu. See what I know? It is how it is and should be now
in the waning days of 2016. No orange haired charlatan who is a snake oil
salesman can change our reality. We have been great. The people are strong. And
those that are afraid will have to change. After pondering and reading and
thinking, I still believe that this is the crux of the matter at hand.
So my grown-up holiday wish is for those who are
afraid to see that we are actually all right. And to stop being afraid and to
stop listening to scary people. Change is never ending. Best of everything
and let there be light, in the dark places. Karen
