Kwami is circling the wagons, all of the people of contact, all of the mutuality of paths and cross connection, all of the realization that we live elements of one life… I stand naked.
DeeDee asked if the unfolding felt comfortable, if I am okay with opening the journey to others in a group. I wondered why it could be an issue. I tend to believe that I am straightforward and honest, that what you see is who I truly am (in this character). Right now, the reality is unveiling itself. I stand naked.
The story of the blind men and the elephant comes to mind. Google it if you don’t know it by heart. I synopsize it like this: There is an elephant. A bunch of blind guys are touching the elephant. One holds the tail, another strokes the ear, yet another hugs an enormous leg, and so on. The men are then asked to describe the pachyderm. Ya, not similar descriptions, not similar at all.
(wall relief in Northeast Thailand)
So now I see myself as the elephant. People hold various parts and describe truths of how I appear in the world. But each evolving picture can only reference its own experience and interpretation. I stand naked. Luckily what you are holding is a toe, ’cause the options get dicey!
With the creation of a group, there is creation of cross referencing and hearing about other parts of who I have been or am. There are spaces and places that some have never considered, that just haven’t come up, that you just don’t know about me because, well, why would you? I’m on that pyramid, staff in hand, I stand naked.
So there is an odd discomfort. You have been holding my toe, and now you will have to consider that I have a nose (and there are boogers in there). And I have a plastic port for chemo under the skin on my chest, and it has left scars. And my feet stand apart from one another and hold me firmly to the ground, but as you hold my toe, did you know I had feet? And my spirituality runs an undercurrent that overwhelms the moon and stars, and makes my brain spin, and my body shiver with Kundalini energy. And I use the bathroom. And in honesty, I dislike the flavor of peppers. There is a lot of elephant. And I stand naked.
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