Birthday Blessings
Thursday was the 28th birthday of my son, Micha. One of his profound gifts is the capacity to carry paradox: that which contradicts accepted convention or seems to be a contradiction within itself. It's a worldview that allows for complexity and truth outside of what we know or believe to be true. The "seemingly impossible" that is at the heart of being human. We have such a hard time with it because it asks us to hold the line between an honest, open state of inquiry and reliance on experience or knowledge. Certainty. His passion for the truth is like the wind. Sometimes, it a soft gentle breeze that rustles a few feathers. Sometimes, it's a full force gale that takes down established structures. Boundary crossing can be thrilling in the light of new discovery or devastating in the darkness of continually unmarked landscapes. Five years ago, when the paradox under the surface of my marriage earthquaked our lives, each of my children, in their own way, journeyed back to firm ground with me. Micha and I became friends and collaborators. He walked me across the border of the lifestyle I could no longer live, to the territory I am still traversing, the Great Unknown. I am deeply, deeply grateful for his existence, not only for myself but for what he brings to a world so desperately in need of those who have the tremendous strength it takes to trust and teach paradox.