Once in A While a Protest Post

Something there is that does not love a wall…” (Robert Frost).

No, not the wall specifically but all walls–any walls–put up under the mistaken belief that in isolation, life thrives. How can it? It exhausts its limited resources.

When we wall out what is on the other side, we lull ourselves into a false sense of security. We become self-righteous. Our way is the only way. There is no one way for everyone but for each of us there is a way.

No one label completely identifies who we are. We are walking contradictions, unique expressions of nature’s intentions. Nature cycles in seasons. No wall will hold it.

Something there is that does not love a wall….”

Impermanence. No matter what side of the wall you and I live, the reigning administration is just happy the wall exists. And intends to keep it that way. Both sides have nostalgic fondness for a life that is gone. Why? No one and no one thing ever stays.

It is a painful loss, the life I think I had. Perhaps for you, too. If I look closely, I find complacency, privilege, and a lot more. I did nothing while the wall went up–maybe you did–I did not look so it did not exist.

My Zen reminds me daily, sometimes hourly: don’t attach to the pain of loss or you’ll get stuck in its drama. But late at night, scrolling through social media, I want my say.

But more than my snark, I want my country–again–what is left of it. There is a sliver of light in #TheResistance if both sides pull down the wall together. And that is a big if.

We must lay down our labels—put country above party—to effectively pressure Congress and the administration. And we are; it is hard work. We are Americans, not sunshine patriots.

“Something there is that does not love a wall….”

So, now in my late-night scrolling through social media I aspire to Robert Frost’s “The Mending Wall.”

Before I built a wall I’d ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offence.

Mirror the apple orchard and pine forest who grow side-by-side, their purpose to drop their seeds for future generations— theirs a life larger than their own.

It’s simply good manners, this reverence for life. Before you laugh me away remember reverence is innate in nature. Only we must keep re-learning.

Aim for Even posts offer equanimity a dose at a time. No day or dose is ever the same, even if the aim is. You may read about the origins of Aim for Even here or on this site’s About page.

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  1. I was just listening to a recording of Robert Frost reading this poem. That beautiful line stuck with me too–“Something there is that does not love a wall.” And the walling in and walling out. I listened to the poem three or four times. Yes, definitely, once in a while a protest post. #theresistance


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