It appears as though I have developed a pattern (or two… or three… & … counting) of expression that is so straightforward as to be blunt…
That was the wind-up (to use a reference from and to a baseball visual)
Now…(continuing with the baseball motif) comes the pitch:
I see color just fine.
I can go to any park, garden, museum or eye test specialist in the visible world and they will (and have) confirm(ed) that truth…my eyes sense/’see’ the normal spectrum of visible light available to an unaltered sensory arrangement…
Imagine, then, my utter amazement, my astonishment actually, that some of us believe that color ever matters when we are selecting teammates, partners, or whole families to love…
…like we care what color, (or gender, faith, or politics) that the hand, face or arm is…you know, the one that grabbed ours just as we needed it…without our needing to ask or deserve it…
We are all color blind…
(some of us embarrassedly so)
We are all blind to the color
In the moments that really matter…and we recognize, too, that all moments really matter when nothing else is for certain…
When we realize that, by our own unaided power of self-determination, we are not enough, and the love we need to sustain us shows up
Unexpectedly, from a person in a way so utterly disarmingly genuine…that all our defenses fall…and we allow for the help we need to come in…
2 Responses
If there could be a world (our world) where ther was no judgement … from others, from ourselves … where there wasn’t a word even for ‘judgement’, yet an acceptance of all. A place where ‘ego’ had no meaning … and where connectivity and happiness could prevail.
I doubt this is possible in my [current] lifetime … but I never cease hoping … one day.
Hope is a word that has come under intense scrutiny in certain circles. For some, it’s aspirational and inspirational. Others have questioned if ‘Hope’ isn’t spiritual or mental wishfulness…a procrastinator enabler…
Debaters want to debate. That’s not me.
I consider any impulse towards opening up in the direction of caring connection and kindness the most courageous and loveable and inexplicable human of choices. Call it whatever works for you.
Hope is simply a word. Focus on the feeling, share it with others (as this kind spirit did with his response)(and I now try to respond in kind) and watch how the goodness grows…in our lifetime…as in right now…today…you’ll feel inadequate and constantly amazed at how much goodness shows up…when you show yours first. 😉💕💫