jeudi, mars 22, 2012
Lean on me (if I can lean back)
I've been pondering an email exchange I had with a fellow in transition, who isn't sure where he wants to go with regard to dating.
The exchange wasn't about whether he should date me in particular.
As I recall, he was hesitant about his readiness to date.
Would many other men (and probably women) be so confused.
So often, I have heard stories, seen wounds, wondered at how much one soul can bear, unresolved.
In a secular version of incarnation, I see the same issues lived out, over and over again -- as though making the same mistake for the third or fourth time could heal the old ones.
Where are our equal partners?
Not seeking domination, I -- just a fellow pilgrim -- dreaming of a man who has bled, and fallen, and gone to find a physician.
I am no such alchemist.
Just a chance-met quixotic quester on the same road.
Or maybe not.
Comfort is to be found in collaboration.
I am not the answer -- but I don't mind embracing the mystery together.
As long as I don't turn around, and find out that I am alone.
Or discover, with perplexity and incredulity, that I am carrying you.