Spoken and heard, Mother dearest

In all of her glory, Mother Nature has spoken loudly and plainly today in the region. It's snowing and snowing. There is no doubt about her conviction. There is no play in her tone. She means to provide no compromise, but rather just her awesome wrath mixed with, to some degree, idyllic grace. Honest.

It is a pattern we see less and less of in modern society. Political and social correctness make up, it seems, the majority of our interactions, both verbal and written. There seems to be much in the way of compromise. Compromise is a good thing if it is for good things. Alas, what is good for me is not always good for you? But there is something about being just that I think stands out from what is good for you and good for me. Finding that win/win dimension does not always mean compromise. It doesn't always mean finding common ground. It always means that integrity and fairness take priority.

What is just? What is the natural law way of doing things that preserves our sense of self, community, and liberty? I'm sure there will be, as there has already been, millenniums of debate over this topic. But ask yourself this question: what would you do if you weren't afraid? You would treat others as you would like to be treated. No dispensation for hue or height. No dissimilar bag of treats for the number of wrinkles on your skin. No separate but equal clause. No difference. Everything is based on the enduring human spirit and its desire to overcome barriers and do so without just constant complaining and crowing about what you do or don't have.

Mother Nature does not treat any of us any differently as it snows outside. Why should we be any different in how we treat one another? I guess because we can. That doesn't make it right.

As always, be thankful for what you have, buy only what you need, and work diligently for peace. From underneath Mother Nature's white blanket, I bid you safe travels on this winter's night.