Echoes

I thought there were causes worth dying for when I was a young woman.  Perhaps not the causes my parent's generation valued, but my own, the more peaceful ones my generation valued -- the good causes.

And so I fought what I thought was the good fight, the right one, and my heart was in the right place.  It was my actions and my words, that were not right.

I spoke of peace, of love, of acceptance, but I did not see that those things cannot be brow beaten into others -- they must be learned over time by modeling. 

I am not the person my ancestors were, but I am not the person I was either.  Change is a part of living, a part of growth, a part of learning how to make things better and it is never too late for me to do these things.

The path divides again and again, each part becoming a bit more focused, a bit more conscious, a bit wiser and my world, THE world, is better for it as the echo of the past becomes fainter and the new words, the new actions begin new ways.