Day 358 - Sky Blue
Three signs of refuge:
I am allowed to understand what is offered
I am not pressed to participate
I am free to decide if I belong
Our society and our institutional religions rarely offer a true refuge any more, if they ever did. There's always a price to pay for belonging, and people to tell us what that price is. They expect to 'sell us' what they are offering, and expect us to 'buy in'. It's so very commercial.
So when I offer support for someone else, I had best be sure I don't also follow that familiar, toxic pattern.
Am I endlessly patient in waiting to answer questions rather than to explain? Do I accept their hesitant participation as a natural and acceptable progression? Will I allow the other to decide if what I offer is right for them?
It's not that simple, of course. There are endless variations of offer and acceptance, just as we endlessly vary in our expressions of life and love. We are not all blue; we are azure and navy, and even periwinkle. We are all those colors whose names I will never remember, all those I have yet to see for the very first time.
But all those colors are accepted in the sky, and reflected in the water and sometimes in our very own eyes. The natural world offers an an ungrudging refuge for all our colors. Best I pattern myself after that, if I wish to become someone else's refuge. Best I become, simply, the sky.