taste and see

I've started approximately four blogs in the past week.  None of them have been about politics, trust me.  I'm the kinda girl who avoids it at all costs. I baked two pumpkin pies while chatting with the girls in the kitchen, meanwhile the boys all leaned in close to the early projections and votes coming in.  It's a courageous issue to care for, I'm not brave enough, that's all it is. I'm a scaredy cat. Fighting. I hate fighting. Run and hide, run and hide. Healthy debate? Sounds like arguing.  This ain't right about me, people, I'm just sayin' I'm not a fighter.  Peace keys are what I hold, and I now have taken a liking of baking pies to bring people together.  Here, please, eat this pie, it'll keep your mouth shut for a good minute or two, at least.  Long enough for me to bring up a jolly topic like... nostalgia, or your favorite TV show.  Who ever fights about that? Some people do, not the good ones.

There is so much to think about in the world, so many things to fill up my mind, and I'm not old enough to really be scared of the future. Only excited, only ready, only able.  Life hasn't worn enough to disable and bring defeat, and I'm sure when it has, and a situation where the powers that be really matter, I'll realize. Or my shoulders might shrug as I think, "that's just the way it is."  Well, that isn't a good way to look at anything.  But I do. Oddly enough, this attitude seems to come naturally when planning, creating and, accepting, my own present and future.  For many others, though, to think "that's just the way it is" could be the ugliest thing to believe.  I don't believe that for almost any other person, and I want to live my whole life to fight for this one thing, that it doesn't have to be that way.

I spent only one year of my life so far giving up a few things, like positive income or furthering my career (things I think you know I care little for anyway), to be a part of something I consider to be beautiful beyond belief, and many find it hard to believe.  People, strangers, loners, misfits, you name it, we had them over for dinner. They came because there was no judgement, no suit to wear, no name to bear, no power to possess.  Just come dressed.  (That was never stated, but implied, and appreciated).

We didn't solve the world's problems in that year, though they are well on their way, but I gained a  a taste for something that will never leave my lips.  It will be the most savory, and the most sweet - and of course the most satisfying taste of true life and love. Pride and power are no match for sacrifice and humility, if only the world knew this secret.  Jesus tells us all the time.  But we sit at table after table, eating until we're full, tasting all that could be offered, never satisfied, never enough.  It never will be.  It doesn't have to be that way, though, anyone can taste and see. It is good.