Last week, I found power in the naming, the telling, the presentation of power and accountability and responsibility to those it belonged to. In the best way I was able to.
A small, actionable request that would meaningfully improve my safety.
Sadly, they dropped it.
The spiritual pablum that accompanied it, I won’t go into now.
I did go find the context for the small out-of-context piece of the parable shared, which emphasizes caring for the structure as well as doing inner work – the combination of self and other in the world, from an ethic of doing no harm.
But maybe all of that doesn’t really matter; I’m proud of myself for finding the clarity and for standing in that spot, and refusing to house what doesn’t belong to me. Even if it came at a big cost – losing community. But the container broke for me, or I’ve outgrown it. Goodbyes are always hard but the structure makes it impossible not to have to cut ties. Still bleeding a bit about it, but maybe it will feel better tomorrow.