'Hate' closes doors...

Tinto and I are still reeling from the murderous attacks on our peaceful New Zealand neighbours committed by a narcissistic, uneducated Australian white male filled with fear...filled with hate.  

Hate closes doors.  50 human beings lost their lives and their doors are now closed...forever.  

The shooter's door is permanently shut now, too, as he will hopefully, never see the light of day again, for which we are grateful.  

When a person hates, everything shuts down, doesn't it?  We are all raised with different 'cultural capital'.  We learn from our families through conversations and observations.  If we are fortunate enough to be exposed to theatre, the arts, classical or country, pop or rock music, or Broadway musicals, ANY music - and/or travelling, we are the charmed ones to experience the special aspects of living.  We learn, too, eventually, if we want to vote intergenerationally or choose a different political party from that of our parents or grandparents.  We make choices through higher learning and extensive education.  That education comes to us in a variety of ways, but it does begin at home.  

And...hate is taught.  

When you close a door - you shut out another way of looking at things, a different perspective, and you shut down the chance to grow as a human being.  How can slamming a door ever be a good thing?  Keep that door open to learning and understanding because every creature on this planet is far more similar and connected, than disconnected.

Hate grows from fear ~ fear of change, fear that the world you are experiencing will never 'feel' the same again, fear that the road ahead is going to be too tough to traverse, fear that the support systems you have had for some time, may be changing or drifting away.  It is okay.  It is always okay to be fearful, especially when you are presented with new situations, as long as you do not allow the fear to paralyse you or turn to hate.

I do not want to see the shooter's face.  I do not care to know his name.  I did see his quite small physique on television and, immediately, I knew...those big, fat AK-47 military weapons must have given him the false confidence of a 'big man'.  And...again...how does anyone get access to these military killing machines as easily as one buys firecrackers?  HOW does this happen and not just in America, but, apparently throughout the world?  MIND-BOGGLING.  The media needs to put black-tape over the killer's eyes or place a huge, black 'X' that covers his entire face.  Do not give this man the notoriety he is craving.  Do not.  It is a small thing for the rest of us to ask...

Keep your doors open and live in the light.

Peace from Blanco and Tinto of The Roaming Stevens, from our door to yours.

PS:  PLEASE EXCUSE ANY TYPOS.











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