Dena said this twice. Once the first week and then again, in our last few days. Both times I knew - this message was for me.
Because with everything going wrong in today's world, the desire to paint pictures of villains is strong. Our natural tendency is to join teams and choose sides - but this only furthers our divide.
Don't get me wrong. I'm not saying we shouldn't take stands
or speak out. But it's good to remember, people are complicated and life is not simple. There is no black or white.
We don't know what we don't know. And in all we don't know, there is color. Colors we can't yet see. Colors we have to look for.
Yet with color comes dissonance. Being able to hold two (and usually more) conflicting thoughts at the same time, feels unnatural and hard.
But is it?
In backbends, my feet naturally turn out. With Dena's help, I put enormous focus and energy in drawing them towards each other rather than apart.
During one of our last practices together, frustrated by my less-than-perfect efforts, I looked at
Dena, exasperated, and said: "It's just so hard!"
To which she reminded me, "No. Raising children is hard. This just takes practice."
Indeed. Practice coming together. It doesn't always feel natural, but it does feel right.
