Lucy, my recovery partner in crime, and I were having a conversation about the expanded concept of what it means to be human. Yep, we were waxing poetic when she dropped the lyrics to the John Lennon song ‘Imagine’:
Imagine there’s no heaven
It’s easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people living for todayImagine there’s no countries
It isn’t hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people living life in peace, youYou may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope some day you’ll join us
And the world will be as oneImagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people sharing all the world, youYou may say I’m a dreamer
John Lennon – Imagine
But I’m not the only one
I hope some day you’ll join us
And the world will be as one
Damn, that’s some serious knowledge there. I don’t consider myself a dreamer, but I do share brother Lennon’s Vision. I found that vision In These Rooms. I’m not as lyrically gifted as brother Lennon, but I do have a gift, the gift of my faults. I see A Brotherhood/Sisterhood of a shared vision that rolls like this:
“…we are all fallen, flawed and fallible. We all have our demons. We all put our pants on one leg at a time. Most of us sit down to shit and we all have gangster proclivities. No one is better than anyone else for everybody has some shit going on and the ground is level at the foot of the cross. We are all trying to get home the best fucking way we know how…”
Hunter
I call this Brotherhood/Sisterhood Wrecked America. It grows out of the fundamental belief that ‘living in peace, ‘as the song says, requires truth telling and witness bearing.
“…Until we find our characters, we ain’t telling our true story…”
Hunter
Briefcase in hand, a father calls his son to the door each morning to say goodbye before leaving for work. Each morning, he would complete this ritual by kissing his young son on the forehead and telling him he loved him. A friend noted this ritual one morning and commented how nice it was that he performed this act because he loved him. The father’s response was instructive. He stated “…I don’t do it because I love him. I do it in order to love him…”
Don’t trick it. Finding our characters and telling our stories? This is not what A Brotherhood/Sisterhood of Wrecked America is. Sharing our lived truth and stories of our characters, this is what Wrecked America must do to become A Brotherhood/Sisterhood.
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The Struggle Continues…
