Years ago, I reached out to my community, and over time, found a place where I felt, and felt like I belonged, and in my arrogance, I attempted to change those places in ways I thought would help. To my credit, my arrogance was oft appreciated, as much as it annoyed. I did not have even half enough of an understanding of the circumstances to have taken the path I did, just a sense of righteousness that guided me. But that sense did a lovely job of hiding how much it blinded me.
Recently, I’ve begun reaching out again, and I’m enjoying it, appreciating how much less of an outsider I feel as I connect with people. I still come from a different set of experiences, so there will still be a flavour of dissonance in the air, but less so than I’ve feared for so long.
There is an honesty here that soothes, an authenticity and acceptance of quirks that resonates, a background harmony that comforts.
There is far too much dissonance, both outside and within, the conflict outside being reflected in the soul, creating disorder and discomfort. Within community, that dissonance is displaced by a harmony of common intent, resonance that soothes as mutes the background buzz.
Fancy words, but hopefully they convey my meaning.
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