When I heard her speak I was intimately reminded of the troubled mind I had as a teen. A profound desire and longing to feel “othered” .. a feeling that could only be satiated by a sense of belonging to a fringe spiritual denomination that welcomed me and reveled in its otherness and sense of injustice. Once the spell of victimhood was broken, like breaking into a cold sweat after a fever, the mental gymnast I had in my mind was crippled. The cold chill of reality hit me like being thrown naked into a cold rock-laden river. It was only then, in this naked state and actual loneliness, that I was able to begin my journey of discovery through this beautiful creation we are blessed to be a part of.
The most tragic and ironic thing in all this, is now finding myself surrounded by people with blindfolds on. If only I could tear down their veils, but I’m afraid this is a task that is incumbent on each one of us to bear. Thankfully, I have the beauty I now plainly see in all things to be my companion.
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