What are we passing down and who does it serve?
Someone once shared with me, “The family is the unit by which culture is transferred from one generation to the next.” If that’s true, it takes a lot of power to interrupt patterns and cycles, and just as we transfer love and values, we transfer secrets and dysfunction.
What experiences in life are you longing for? To fall deeply in love? To raise little ones? To feel that you’ve realized your potential at work? What is underneath? To know the ecstasy of being seen? To guide and advocate for another? To struggle and win? Is life our opportunity to feel every human feeling and burn with it?
I got the feeling last night when I was driving home. Home. Unplugged. It happened as I rounded the corner onto Harkness, a few blocks away from my nearly empty place. We had to leave a few things that didn’t fit into the truck, and the cat who wouldn’t come out of hiding when the moving truck left. I felt the pop—when you pull the cord out of the wall and the light goes off.
This week I have started and stopped writing several times. It’s been my intent to refrain from engaging in political conversations, but it feels impossible not to process what’s happening in the world here on the page.
