Fear Spills

Occasionally, a bird might stumble, unwittingly, into a dirty, polluted body of water contaminated by an off-shore oil spill.

Are we to be mad at this bird, for appearing ugly as it struggles to shake itself clean of those toxins that attached to it, without its consent or knowing?

Are we to scoff at the bird for not flying high in the sky where we can take its picture to adorn our wall?

And if we come close, with intent to help clean it, and it recoils and frantically flaps its wings both in defense and to remove the slime and some of the gunk is flung onto our clothes...are we to be angry at the bird for its indiscretion?

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Our social seas are profoundly polluted with fear and shame. We are all trying to shake off the slime.

Let's look toward the source of the spill and collectively clean up the mess so we can all return to the skies.