It’s all y’all’s fault!
(chuckling…)
I heard this phrase at work on Friday, and it struck me, how incredibly, deeply, indelibly Southern it is…
From the accent, to the habit of blaming, to the clumping of anyone that’s not “yer folk” into a vast glob of otherness. The lilting sing-song that wafts on the breeze, a veiled curse…
Thank goodness it was said jokingly in this instance…
Still, we speak what we know… And since I still live here and experience such things, I feel compelled to own the part of myself that sometimes wants to join in with the battle cry: it’s all y’all’s fault!!!
Spank me. Let’s get on with it, team… I’m really trying to move beyond “all y’all’s fault”…
leslee hare 
You know how it is, of course. You “know” something at 16, at 36, at 56. and at each point what you “know” is vastly deeper than the earlier knowings, and yet nothing has changed; it was always there to know. But you weren’t.
In the last few days I have been “knowing” that everything (everything) comes down, in the end, to the difference between separateness or connectedness. Clearly my current wake up call, as reiterated with this post of yours (and its illustration) Leslee.
I’m happy to be sharing the journey with you, Ben! :D
I too, and without onerous expectations, honest. :)
Hilarious and yet so wise Leslee…love the way you travel to the truth…
Thank you John, I’m happy we’re traveling together!