Some fine day I will not ever again rise to the bait of beloved family members or dear friends who express opposing political opinions.
Some day I will allow them, totally 100% allow them, their beloved opinions (whether I like their opinions or not.)
Some day you will not hear me defending my candidate, oh no. At least not against your candidate.
I will merely listen to you, fully be present with you, allowing your words to sift down to my heart, like the way we once sifted flour to separate grain and chaff.
Some day 100% peace will settle this heart like a piece of rich apple pie, like Grandma used to make, even though our political views may have been different. Still we could sit at the same table and laugh and eat sweet pie with ice cream, differences more like whipped cream or something extra, not that important.
Some day I will be 100% present with you when you say you like Romney or Obama, when you spew Democratic or Republican love, when you sneer at such-and-so, and I shall remember when I sneered at such-and-so and I will love you, deeply love you, because our similarities of human awareness are stronger than our apparent differences.
Some day–I’m getting closer now, aren’t you?–we will hold hands, Muslims and Christians, Democrats and Republicans, Conservative and Liberals, sons and daughters, mothers and fathers, children of this Republic of Earth and we shall embrace peace (won’t we? oh won’t we? oh please won’t we?) and our hearts shall allow for everything which once seemed so separate, so unresolvable, so impossible.
Some day, politically speaking, we’ll still speak our mind but we’ll allow for the other too, the impossible other, the other which lives just across the bridge of our limited understanding.
Some fine day.
I dream it so. Don’t you?