Yesterday as I drove along a big rainbow filled the sky. You know when you see one you often only see part of one, the end or middle is obscured by something… clouds, buildings, anything.
This was big, and clear and it spanned across the whole sky. I was driving along to breakfast with my Ma and Sis and the rainbow just kept getting bigger and brighter as we drove. It was like the Universe was trying to celebrate something.
I’m not a particularly political person. I don’t get impassioned about political topics often, and definitely not in public. Maybe because I know I’ll lose the debate. Perhaps because I don’t want to offend, and I only know what I feel… and I don’t want to say something out of place. I don’t know enough about policies, or politicians, and debating about it in person or on public platforms doesn’t seem fun to me. Hubby and I will banter back and forth about things we read in the news, but more often than not we’re on the same page.
What I am impassioned about is fairness. Equality.
I messaged my Dad a few weeks back. He’s older. Old enough to be my dad, of course. But he’s not old. He’s not completely grey, he’s not yet wrinkled, and he’s only 20 years my senior. He’s old school though, but similar to me in that he never spoke about political topics in public, and not often at home either. But I’ve grown up with him, and I know what he’s often thought about things… so I wanted to message him.
Because equality matters to me, and if something matters to me I want to know where the people around me stand. My love for them won’t change depending on their view. I’m not going to convert them to my way of thinking. I don’t think we all need to agree, but like I said, I just want to know where people stand, particularly the ones that I love. I had a pretty good idea where the rest of my family stood, but my Dad… he was a wild card.
The text read: “Hey Dad, if we had to vote tomorrow… whether to legalise gay marriage, would you vote for it or against?”
I had no idea what reply I would receive. A few moments later I heard a ‘ping’ and the message was there. “I’m for it. As long as it isn’t a Mardi Gras every day.”
That rainbow yesterday definitely meant something. Something more than reflections on water on a rainy day. It meant hope, that we’re moving in the right direction. That the world is becoming a fairer place. I don’t know. It matters to me. I just feel like we’ll look back on this one day, and wonder why we didn’t do it sooner. We’ll look back with disbelief that it actually took us this long.
Hopefully Australia is quick to follow. I hope.