Heard this song tonight when I decided to listen to an ipod album I was mostly unfamiliar with: The Red House Painters. The song is called It's All Mixed Up, and although when I heard it I realized it was written about a love gone awry, as it continued to play in my head, it became the soundtrack for another situation gone awry: the Walker protests.
I'm not talking about the people who peacefully sing every noon hour in the Capitol. I'm talking about the ones that openly mock and harass the man elected to our state's highest office. I don't understand holding up signs saying that he is a bully and then bullying him. And most of all, I am confused by holding up heart-shaped mylar balloons while exuding hatred:
It's all mixed up
It's all mixed up
It's all mixed up
It's all mixed up
I am reminded of my favorite words to live by, brought to us by Buddha:
Hatred never ceases by hatred, but by love alone is healed. This is an ancient and eternal law.
I'm not pretending there is no wrongdoing on the part of our Governor. But watching the woman holding the heart balloon up while trying to tear him apart with her stare, I felt the truth of that eternal law more powerfully than ever before.
Here's hoping we can all find our way to the healing space that love offers...
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