My last post was the shit. I don’t mean “the shit” as in “Moxie’s post about having assholes for kids was so gee-golly funny that it was the shit!” (By the way, it was the shit if I do say so myself, so if you haven’t read it, click on over). No, I mean it in the shit, meet fan kind of way, and it hit last night.
A few hours after I published that last post, Chanel made a lengthy reply. I don’t know how many of you may have seen it. She was the first and only commenter by the time I read it. I unpublished it, not because I had anything to hide, but because Chanel divulged some very private things about herself that she might have later regretted leaving exposed for the world to read. My post stated simple truths, but they both enraged and deeply hurt her. Sometimes it is easy to turn away from and ignore the parts of yourself of which you are not proud. Sometimes the only way people can get through to you is to catch you off guard when you’re looking in another direction.
Suffice it to say that my post triggered a chain reaction of small explosions that erupted into a full nuclear meltdown. But, sometimes that which is broken must be destroyed before it can be repaired. Hopefully, this is a time for construction, for fixing broken bridges and making tenuous first steps forward. What started with fire ended with laughter, but the action of building is what will make all the difference.
Bridging – this idea of raising awareness and making new emotional connections to those around you – is what is at the heart of Bridges. I love the idea of immersion into the experiences of others and feeling a part of the greater human experience. If others are building bridges and walking them, it furthers the feeling that you are not quite as alone as you might feel you are.
I am the contributing editor for Surrogacy. If you haven’t been to Bridges, make a trip soon. The first planks are being laid and your input is welcome.
Today I am going with Chanel to the Air Force recruiting office. She has a chronic, but manageable health problem which we are afraid might prohibit her enlistment. Good thoughts are appreciated.