Maybe It's Just Me

Maybe it's just me, but I think words are incredibly important. There have been too many times when I have spoken an ill chosen word and done harm to another. There are, fortunately, also times when just the right word has given peace, support or comfort.

I listen to words carefully, because I don't think they are accidents. Rather, I think they come from the place of truth within us. That is why it takes more energy to tell a lie than to tell the truth. That is why, half truth and nuance flow with a heaviness from the lips of a speaker.

Wandering through these political campaign days, it is easy to spot the false word and the fabricating speaker. Whether a candidate, surrogate, or commercial, partial truths come out with the heaviness of a blob. The lies and false contexts feel like an out-grown sweater, tight and confining.

There are other moments when political words flow. Moments, though seldom,when something special comes to lift the heart, even if just for a moment. It is then, that I think the candidate is is true. It is then that I believe I am being given the words I need to make my choice.

If you listen, you will hear....too....they will bring Hope for Change.

They will bring promise for the future.

They will be pure and for, not twisted and against...

If you listen ...you will hear....