We humans are complex and bumpy

Who am I?

Am I the person whose emotions are jangled when my blood sugar drops? In this expression I revert to selfish singular focus with a snappy edge.

Am I the person who screams with delight as a large pod of dolphins swims around me in the surf?

Am I the person who can be whip-smart one moment, and then in a different context, struggle to animate a brain cell to fire?

Am I the person who is playful, childlike and joyous, or the one who rages against the dying of the light?

Am I the person who prefers solitude to crowds, unless I know the crowd personally?

Am I the person impatient at terrible service, incapable of standing silent in the face of violations of integrity, and intolerant of self-centred wilfully-blind-to-others people?

I am all of these and more.

I wonder, when people meet, which part of them do we meet? And which part of us is present?

We humans are complex and bumpy. Holding the space for the different faces and expressions of another is a gift of radical generosity.

Photo Taken June 21st 2021

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