I have been reflecting upon a wonderful metaphor/phenomenon that has been occurring in one of the groups I’ve been part of. Switchbacks, the food source that keeps on giving and sometimes over feeds me.
A report from the Slow Lane: Social coercion is a complex phenomenon. Social coercion is the water we learn to be ourselves in; it is the complex environment that coaxes out of us our own nuances.
Without going into current events specifically I’d like to explore an expression of resilience that relates directly to our communities.
Solitude has become an everyday thing. It is my way of staying true to the one within me. My new world of social relations is enriched by the presence of this one. I am alive as never before.
Integrity, that mysterious navigational tool, is my hope of becoming fully what I am capable of being. It hurts trying to live up to it, and it hurts even more living without it.
As a disabled person who has kept a semblance of independence, while dealing with utter physical dependence. Losing my independence, and becoming reliant on others, has paradoxically shown me what independence really is. It isn’t what I’ve been taught. In fact, it doesn’t rest upon any physical condition at all.
Magic dwells in the spirits of those, most generally elders, who are savvy enough to know, that they know enough, to know, they don’t know very much.
I have been on a long journey. I’ve been following an internal phenomenon I can’t name. I don’t know the how of such things, but the journey seems to be unfolding me.