At the height of apartheid in South Africa a man with more melanin in his skin than me, he sat down with a pen and paper and he wrote a poem. He watched the savage coldness of apartheid. He witnessed it all his life.
In his poem, he writes that you can do many many many terrible things to me, but, and he repeats, in a musical hurricane of conviction.
He says over and again, citing examples of all the injustice he witnessed – man against his fellow man, …
And then he says: “but there is one thing, you can never stop me doing: you can never ever ever stop me loving you.” You can even imagine him saying it with a warm smile and a fun cheeky grin. I never met that man. But he touched me.
I remember reading that and feeling I was in the company of a pen that had real heart. It displayed evidence of a mind firmly devoted to loving vision. And a spirit that had the capacity to heal all wounds. I heard in his voice, not the stirrings of a mythic figure. I simply heard a man who had the dignity to love himself, and other people, no matter what.
Just as chores build character, our humanity is lifted when we listen to the deepest wirings of nature and gift ourselves the patient rich happy lessons of their wisdom.
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