"But we can align ourselves with what we do know and acknowledge that we live within the full spectrum of life, as extraordinary and time-sensitive as is each moment through which we might embrace it."
It gave me chills and I had to re-read again and again.
Thank you so much, Loretta. I have never quite figured out where such sentences come from. I hold my hands over a keyboard and they find their way into being. Yes, I know my brain does it, but it seems like it is some other conjuring puts the words together. I don’t think I could “craft” such a sentence if I tried, or if I did, I’d murder it. I truly appreciate your sharing the “chills”.
I relate to the young girl, perhaps not quite as comfortable as the one you described, but in many ways so ignorant of what was going on, assuming that all the kids in her class had love and shelter.
Pride: once it was just being tolerant (and thinking ourselves progressive for being so); then accepting, then, finally, embracing. - And the learning keeps on happening, because there are so many ways to love and to live, and we are all connected with common threads.
Thank you. You have caught the trajectory of it perfectly. I lament that growing in understanding is not a natural process within the realities of growing up. So many choose to align with ongoing ignorance and the unrealistic fear that their lives are made poorer if difference is welcomed and affirmed. The work continues.
Gretta, I love this:
"But we can align ourselves with what we do know and acknowledge that we live within the full spectrum of life, as extraordinary and time-sensitive as is each moment through which we might embrace it."
It gave me chills and I had to re-read again and again.
Bless you.
Thank you so much, Loretta. I have never quite figured out where such sentences come from. I hold my hands over a keyboard and they find their way into being. Yes, I know my brain does it, but it seems like it is some other conjuring puts the words together. I don’t think I could “craft” such a sentence if I tried, or if I did, I’d murder it. I truly appreciate your sharing the “chills”.
Ah, Gretta. The focused moment has such beauty.
I relate to the young girl, perhaps not quite as comfortable as the one you described, but in many ways so ignorant of what was going on, assuming that all the kids in her class had love and shelter.
Pride: once it was just being tolerant (and thinking ourselves progressive for being so); then accepting, then, finally, embracing. - And the learning keeps on happening, because there are so many ways to love and to live, and we are all connected with common threads.
Thank you. You have caught the trajectory of it perfectly. I lament that growing in understanding is not a natural process within the realities of growing up. So many choose to align with ongoing ignorance and the unrealistic fear that their lives are made poorer if difference is welcomed and affirmed. The work continues.