A heavy week, a fractured story
This past week has been heavy.
I’ve spent the last few days wrestling with reactions and conclusions I’ve read or heard people make that I look up to.
It’s got my insides in a knot, and I’m sure I’m not alone in that feeling.
How well do we tolerate difference and otherness?
So much of our history is thrown into the mix of our present day dilemmas — how we were raised, the culture we grew up in, the dysfunction we normalized, the fears we embedded into our nervous systems, and even the roles we play in our other relationships. How do we show up well for each other when we can’t fully understand all of the things that came before us?