MEASURES

I’m learning Gaeilge (gaelic)/Irish. I love the traditional singers. Incredible. When you look at the foundation language, you see where that keening, that mournful, heart-full sound comes from. There’s a rhythm, a cadence in the language, a speaking from the heart which follows in the music. If you listen to this singing, you can hear the scot-irish ballads brought over here, and country western, blues, bluegrass. You also hear the shape note teaching. When I start with learning another language, I get to see the culture and traditions. I fall in love with them and realize none are other than myself. I am made up with many of these. There isn’t one who isn’t. The ‘we are all one’ isn’t just a cliche. It’s every single one of us. So, it makes you think this idea about judging someone by race is ridiculous. There is no such thing to use as division. There are valuable experiences, traditions, cultures, learning, contributions, languages passed down; there are adaptations to physical environment, society, survival that are passed down, all of these are worth holding dear and sharing but to use them to measure distance or superiority, wrong yardstick, honey

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