November 29, 2016


One of Nature’s, blown here and dropped by the wind.  Doesn’t it look like it belongs on a Christmas tree, or in a lapel, or holding back a lock of hair?

Some things just stop you in your tracks.  Sometimes they are big and sometimes they are small.  We have to notice, and honor them.

There, that’s the good meaning of the word ‘honor,’ rather than the one that too often is an excuse for vengeance.  Were I in school doing a degree in, say, sociology, or anthropology, or ethical thought, I might study the concept of ‘honor’ and learn where its meaning became so tarnished, how it is invoked to become a mask behind which evil can hide — or an excuse for not doing, not speaking.

We have lost our way.  ‘Honor’ is no excuse.

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