Oh , this stirs so much in me thank you. I wonder if the inability to receive is a result of broken trust with the world, so much that one can’t even see something protective, abundant, enlivening - a blessing being offered. I can think of a few myths and folklore about refusing a blessing -particularly like a test of character from a magical crone -and facing the consequences or about the unassuming one who receives the blessing instead. The one who was meant to all along.
This is such a beautiful and kind-of heartbreaking story. I, too, feel so much intensity when an offer of love and blessing that felt clean to me is received by "the Youth" as something mis-attuned and hurtful. As a cisgendered, het-appearing, middle aged white femme this happens a lot these days. It's been a blessing in disguise, as I've had to take a look at my privilege in a way I wouldn't have noticed otherwise. So Yay for that. But it still hurts a bit in my "Glitter-body", the part of me that wants to play with other people unselfconsciously. I wish for a safer world where we can normalize a presumption of good will in the people we encounter randomly. Thank you for writing about challenging feelings and experiences with such naked honesty... naked but still compassionate, glitter-streaked and joyous.
Oh , this stirs so much in me thank you. I wonder if the inability to receive is a result of broken trust with the world, so much that one can’t even see something protective, abundant, enlivening - a blessing being offered. I can think of a few myths and folklore about refusing a blessing -particularly like a test of character from a magical crone -and facing the consequences or about the unassuming one who receives the blessing instead. The one who was meant to all along.
Such a beautiful reflection. Do I always say yes to a blessing?
I love this so SO MUCH ✨
This is such a beautiful and kind-of heartbreaking story. I, too, feel so much intensity when an offer of love and blessing that felt clean to me is received by "the Youth" as something mis-attuned and hurtful. As a cisgendered, het-appearing, middle aged white femme this happens a lot these days. It's been a blessing in disguise, as I've had to take a look at my privilege in a way I wouldn't have noticed otherwise. So Yay for that. But it still hurts a bit in my "Glitter-body", the part of me that wants to play with other people unselfconsciously. I wish for a safer world where we can normalize a presumption of good will in the people we encounter randomly. Thank you for writing about challenging feelings and experiences with such naked honesty... naked but still compassionate, glitter-streaked and joyous.
"glitter streaked!"
YESSSSSSSSSS