The Colors of the Wind

You think the only people who are people
Are the people who look and think like you
But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger
You'll learn things you never knew you never knew

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned?
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountains?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?

Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest
Come taste the sunsweet berries of the Earth
Come roll in all the riches all around you
And for once, never wonder what they're worth

Somehow Disney movies speak to my soul... yes, i know it is Pocahantas, but isn't there a reason why little girls are so enthralled with princesses and the idea of a prince? But this song is not about the lovely John Smith per sae, rather it relates to a bigger idea. The idea that we too often only see the things which make sense to us- we only want to know people who are like us. This thought process applies not only to other cultures and their people, but to people right here at home.
I had a conversation with a friend a couple of nights ago about my over analytical nature and my inablility to simply accept his as he is. More often than not I have to "wonder what they're worth"- wonder why, how, who, what, when, where... why- Why is the question that troubles me the most...
So I have decided that i want to fall into the beautiful unknown and simply accept that it is beatiful... As my friend and I talked, he asked me about my relationship with Christ... And I came to realize that I did not understand Christ before I accepted that he loved me- I still do not understand him completely and I never will, but that does not make my love for him any less real or passionate or necessary- in fact, my accepting those for who they are without questioning why should only make my love all the greater.
This does not mean that knowledge of another does not strengthen love and understanding- It simply means that the first step to love is accepting, and we could all use a little more of both...

-Tara