on far-reaching solidarity

marching to the beat of my own drum

marching to the beat of my own drum

Sitting on my balcony listening to the last of the crickets, feeling some heat on my face, a bit of tasty sun. I hear a little girl's voice giggling nearby.

Very sweet.

Then a man's booming voice cuts through the joy, "No. You can't do that. You can't do that. You're not strong enough!"

I take a look ... curious.

I see the little girl crossing the street skipping gleefully after the man. She says, "Papou (grandpa), I am strong enough. I AM strong enough! The thing was just a bit slippy! I'm strong!"

I think to myself, "Ya, you are! You are kickass strong and I am so proud of you declaring it loud and proud. Your papou just couldn't see beyond the given circumstances. Sometimes folks get nearsighted. They just know what they know. But you, dear one, are potential incarnate.

I whispered this in her ear in the form of love waves and butterfly kisses.

In solidarity, I yelled it myself from my cosmic rooftop!

"I am strong. I Am Strong!

Thanks kid! You helped me more than you will ever know.