what would happen if... we were all super straight up about our "disabilities"?
like you know, if it was common practice to casually share with others, what makes us feel sad, scared or worthless.
sounds like a Woody Allen movie, if you ask me.
i was inspired by something that happened at "church" today; the actual building is super old and hence there are no ways for people with disabilities to enter it. (that are easy and safe)
its no secret that in the early 1900s, those people were not really welcomed to public places, and were simply expected to stay home.
one of our congregants is Marguerite,
she is the only in her family who was born with a genetic mutation of sorts that has left her in a wheelchair. She is our resident comedienne, and is leading this fundraiser to build ramps and lifts to allow more people access to our church.
it made me sad to think of someone feeling unwanted;
and then it made me more sad to think of all of the ways in which we "unwant" parts of ourselves.
and how instead of building ramps to allow those parts access to our unconditional love, we keep them isolated and shamed.
i think people back then kept the disable at a distance because they didn't want to feel their discomfort or pain. Because that's how it works; in a way, we are each others arms and legs.
but rejection hurts more than a broken leg,
or a broken heart,
or a broken bank account.
rejection of pain, hurts more than the pain itself.
allow yourself to express the wholeness of your experience,
and help us learn how to build the ramps and lifts that you need.