Visiting Boston recently, it was striking to witness the juxtaposition of the varied styles of architecture. Rich textures, new and streamlined to a linear simplicity; smaller, classic ones, often crunched between larger structures built up around them . . .
The featured photograph is striking to me in that even though the building is triangular, from the vantage point that I chose to create the picture, it is petrified in a two-dimensional landscape.
Apparent in the image, are the sharp edges, the grid-like matrix, contrasted with the soft cottony blue background. The viewer might wonder if the photo was taken looking up or looking outward, without a third dimension for context. Perspective, is so subjective, broad and, limiting. Through the lens of our experiences we react to situations, and respond accordingly.
Those among us who are continuously frustrated and disheartened by the actions of the White House, might draw strength and hope by an interpretation of the featured image: life is not two-dimensional. It can be crafted to look that way, or may simply seem that way at times. But, there are larger forces at work. We have the choice to see things differently through our own personal journeys and growth.
Being able to see the broader, deeper perspective is a gift to be utilized consciously. We can draw inspiration from the surges in community volunteerism, the twenty and thirty-somethings who are now engaged in the political process, the increase in the numbers of women who are running for office, the outpouring of donations to organizations threatened with loss of funding, the community-building initiatives . . .
We are in the midst of large-scale social change. Concerned, compassionate people are willing to call a spade a spade, push back, stand up, on the national and local levels. Both of which change people’s lives for the better.
Case in point, this past weekend for the first time, the local little league community in my town included the softball teams in the season’s opening parade. As recently as last year, the girls were not a part of this. They had a smaller, separate gathering at another field with significantly less pomp and circumstance. No fire trucks leading it. No police car follow-up. Was gender inequality alive and well, even in our local little league? (stop the press!)
My daughter’s coach pushed back by asking a question. Why are the girls not part of the parade, too?
The rest is recent history . . .
The opening ceremonies were busy with people gathering in the center of town, festive with kids in uniforms, excited to be kicking off the season, smiling, skipping, cheering. Families watching from the side lines and walking with their children to the opening site, standing room only.
The experience was touching and perhaps life-changing for everyone. I thanked the coach for speaking up, as I was so pleased that she had done so. Coach smiled and humbly accepted the compliment, as if what she did was all in a day’s work. Wasn’t it?
Questions about inclusion are good to ask anytime, don’t you think? Are these “little things” so little?
We are the change.
Todays inspiring song is Jewel’s Hands. “We’ll fight, not out of spite, for someone must stand up for what’s right, ’cause where there’s a (hu)man who has no voice, there ours shall go on singing.”