My morning feed brought me many articles about and stories about the transgender community. Often I’ve wondered how I can support these folks. To be blunt, I don’t understand what their lives are like. No idea. To state otherwise must come across as deeply insulting. Yet I seek to do something, anything to stem the tides of rage, of intolerance.
There are those desiring a miserable world of homogeneity. I can’t imagine a more wretched place. I seek a merry world filled with delighted compassion and glorious love. I doubt I can tilt the entire world this way, but I’m content with crafting an enclave of tolerance.
Ultimately, the core of such a place is simple: open ears and an open heart. Though I seek places within myself for connection, I must not believe those moments equate my path to theirs, my pain to theirs. We are each unique and glorious.
Seattle’s openness to diversity is one of my great delights. I love interacting with the breadth of humanity. And my son gets to grow up with the broader world deep within his awareness. That delights me deeply.
