I know there’s a racist in the White House. I know people who consider themselves decent are going to vote for that racist, thereby voting for racism. I know more of us are going to die – from the horrible, relentless virus that’s plaguing the globe and from the horrible, relentless ignorance that plagues us – and so many of those deaths could be prevented if we didn’t have this racist in the White House. I know these things. And I hate them.
But last night, one evening before tonight’s full moon, an old cactus growing in the back of the house didn’t care about our human failings. The cereus hildmannianus knew only that it was hot out and that it was her time to shine. And that’s just what she did.
I pray that in 33 days we choose to shine as well. Our lives depend on it.
