Metamorphosis
Don’t ask me. I don’t know. I mean I do know, but if I tell, I’ll lose you.
I want to tell, to talk, to chat, to consider – thoughtfully – other ideas. But backed into a corner, I am.
I have not spoken about the election or my opinions regarding in because in the last week, I’ve learned that my friends, my dear friends, believe one thing and I another. And at the moment there is no bridge between us. From their vantage, a thunderstorm pours down over my head and demons come ’round the nearest trees ready to drag me off to hell. From mine, my Father has never seemed closer and freedom is in my hands. No more chains, no more shoulds, no certainties either, but where that seems beautiful to me, I know that others think of me as lost. Never ever – ever! – did I imagine feeling so alike and yet so different. I suppose I should come out and say it… so Catholic and yet so not.
I’m mourning. It would seem that I am undergoing one final metamorphosis.
Robyn
cecilia
Kalanna
I admire your courage and completely understand; it is so hard to see people you consider friends inciting hatred and promoting extremism. Their holier-than-thou “with us or against us” proclamations are divisive, and their condescending false pity is intentionally manipulative.
It is difficult to watch intelligent, well-meaning people transforming — ironically! — into the very monsters they fear the most. I completely and wholeheartedly reject their vitriol, and will definitely be distancing myself from anyone who promotes fear and hate.
Wow. Your words are very well spoken and well received. I, too, have watched the events of the week unfold, but with quiet eyes. My main fear, voiced at the beginning of the week, would only lead to more upheavel and chaos, especially in the town of our upbringing.
Tonight I had a long talk with o_0 (you would have know him by another name, or even bjbj). As close as we are, we remain divided on some issues. We spoke tonight of our differences, and both left with a better understanding of one another, and therefore a better relationship.
It’s hard to sit were I must, sandwiched between two beliefs, unsure of what is to come, knowing that change is immenent and necessary, but knowing that there shall be no way for everyone to be happy. But the person who said that our country was built on Revolution hit it straight on the head. Booker T Washington said it better–Do a common thing in an uncommon way.