Growing up we believed those we thought knew the secrets of the universe— our parents, our grandparents, our brothers and sisters– were made of perfection. Perfection has the smell of fresh linen and the taste of strawberries with memories we cherished.
We held their opinions, beliefs, and advice in our hands like precious rubies. We passed these shiny stones out like heirlooms to our children and our closest friends. Or to anyone who would listen.
But some of those that knew the secrets of the universe knew nothing. Why did they believe their lies to be truths? Why did we hold on to their words, believing in false clarity?
Their hateful words growing like strong vines, hateful words that we were taught and we shared with others. Unfounded opinions and starving advice that rolled off their tongues and stumbled off ours.
As we aged and life grew around us, we formed priceless relationships with diverse humans with beautiful cultures. We replaced the tarnished rubies with fresh earth and fresh dirt. We replaced them with something sustainable and something real.
We stopped craving blood’s approval and started adorning our lives with streams, lakes, and oceans.