I live in a very
conservative, constrictive, state. One can barely stretch, much less move. Often, dialogue and discovery are not encouraged, exploration is portrayed as an Enemy to be corralled, even eviscerated.
I love dialogue and discovery. I love learning, pressing paradigms, considering alternative options and better, innovative, new ones. My kids are like me, my natural ones and my spiritual ones. They like the tension and the questions and the freedom of exploration.
Yesterday, while we sat before my fire, eating our down-home butter beans and squash casserole, some of my kids and I looked at photos from a famous photographer…many of the shots taken at festivals in the Pacific Northwest. My son, the wanderer want to be, keeps begging me to take him there…my daughter, not naturally, pulled these shots for us to see. We stared at the foreignness that does not frighten them AT ALL: the glorious landscapes and the free-falling, high-flying folks.
“Take us,” they whispered.
I nodded gently, yes.
My son presently wears his hair longer than mine. My adopted daughter, who helped us design costume yesterday, wrapped her hair in tartan plaid and bore it about all day as if she were a proud Kenyan or guru in India.
Some folks look strangely at these two…truth is, they are brave and strong enough to be – on the outside all they are within.
Dang, I admire them.