I probably shouldn't tell you guys I have particular posts upcoming anymore; it seems something comes up every time I do, lol.
So Let Me Fall is the title of this post, and here's why: I'm going to jump off this particular 'cliff', and trust you to let me land where I may...
Whilst this blog means many different things to me, (and possibly you) it serves assorted purposes, and has brought me into contact with an incredibly diverse selection of wonderful people, probably the most important thing about it - to me - is that it be an inclusive space. A safe space for nearly anyone to read, comment, and share. Nearly anyone? I exclude anyone I know to be abusive, murderous, larcenous, or a paedophile; I'm sure you get my drift. The increasingly divisive and exclusionary tenor of our society troubles me deeply, and I refuse to add to that.
Recently I've received a few emails (from one-0ff readers, not my regular friends here) who've accused me of cowardice; or of not being clearly marked as fish, or fowl, or good red herring because I don't declare an allegiance to, or contempt for, one particular group or another. My response to that? Besides not being terribly bothered, my thought was "Good, you're not supposed to be able to categorise me and my blog easily"; and that sometimes it takes more courage not to take an easily pigeonholed stand. Why? Because I firmly intend to continue being inclusive; to keep this a safe space. To insist, for myself, that I look at the person first, and to hope that those who come here will also do so; but how can this mythical other do so if there is no safe space in which to practice the skill? If my intent, if acting upon this intent in the best way I know how at this time, causes me to fall flat on my face? Let me fall; I'm doing the best I can with what I have.
It seems to me that, while many people fear (or are at least hesitant about) that which is new or different; still others are eager to embrace, or at least learn about, that which appears to be the 'other'. From an early age, I've been one of the latter; one of my favourite memories, from the early '60's, was of going to a wee country church with my mother, this very one in fact:
And at that church was a young Japanese missionary couple who dressed me in a kimono, tabi, and so on. I remember being absolutely thrilled, and probably talked their ears off, asking them a bazillion questions! The differences I saw were exciting to me, not frightening, and the realisation stuck that, really, the differences weren't so very large. How much smaller, more grey and dull, would my life be if I didn't embrace the immense variety of human life; this intricate dance piece of humanity? And how much less would I respect myself if I stuffed my unique self into a pigeonhole, because of someone else's discomfort? If I fall in love with the richness life offers; let me fall.
Here's yet another reason inclusivity is important to me: None of us will make it out of here alive. Not one. And we need one another, oh so terribly much. We need one another for balance, for joy, for love, for gentle hands in a dark moment... to pull one another over the finish line, laughing all the way. If I fall in love with the glorious light of another human being, whether it be the love we call friendship or that of romantic love then, please, just let me fall.
I'm not sure if this post made any sense to you, I'm still working on making sense of my perspectives myself...