I haven't posted a blog in about two years but decided recently to begin again.  I'd been writing so just dialed one up, reread it and popped it on.  I've second guessed myself ever since. 

 

It's very different writing to just pull thoughts together, figure out what things mean, how they fit together, how they apply to me, what I'm supposed to do with this information....and sharing those thoughts with people....especially people I might not know.

 

And too, I never want to be a person whose concrete has dried on her driveway.   So I may be a moving target.  Some things are forever settled...but not everything.  I never want to say, "Well, I've always thought...."  Maybe I have, maybe it was right...but maybe it wasn't.

 

And I never want to just read people I totally agree with.  I want to read people who challenge my mind and my thinking.  I hope people read these muses even if they are not female, white, middle aged, Southern, protestant....and I was going to name a political party but I won't.  I'm not happy with this President and the last one wasn't so hot either.  He made some terrible decisions too.  I have no solutions in mind but I do know that whining has not helped.

 

I've decided that dialogue changes very little.  We tend to dialogue with people we agree with anyway...kind of like preaching to the choir.  Those we disagree with are just as disgusted as we are and two disgusted people carrying on a conversation about an issue they both feel strongly about ...who are perfectly happy in their position and totally uninterested in changing ...goes nowhere.  They  end up calling it a draw and both go home feeling they have "won." 

 

I read an article on how the climate has changed in Washington because rarely now do  representatives move their families there when they are elected.  They just fly home a lot...which means no one interacts outside the office.  Republican moms and dads aren't sitting at soccer games with Democratic moms and dads, doing PTA committees together, swimming at the neighborhood pool or country club together which at one time promoted ... friendships.  You might disagree on a bill up for vote at work but you went home, changed into jeans and talked as friends over a grill at a birthday party for your kid.    

 

So that's how I'd like this to be.  Even if you disagree with part of what I say, pull out a piece of the muse that strikes a chord...and let God speak to you through that one line. 

 

Happy reading!