Weaving Our WE: A Poem by Carol Bebelle
By Imagining America | October 21, 2014
Since, that parting at the start,
from our safest home and anchor
WE yearn for belonging.
Soon, human touch defines our new sense of intimacy becoming a good exchange for our first sanctuary.
Familiar, though not the same,
It soothes and inspires us
to begin our necessary launch to living.
Holding fast at first, then tentative, to our new shores of connection, WE begin our dance of cleaving to, yet holding from, those like us
Who are also seeking their own delicate balance to life.
With every fiber of our spirit, WE struggle to become able to be alone , yet part of those who help us know our emerging selves.
They mostly look like us, sound like us and ………. WE become like them.
WE are so satisfied with this way of being, till the day that new presence shows up and WE start to feel the pull to be with this new discovered pleasure
Though different, WE bask in it.
WE flirt with it. It makes us laugh, feel good, reluctant to leave.
Call it neighbor, friend, teacher, or just community, Now,a needed part of our happy.
So, our life long collecting of others begins
More and more to choose from, to add to our anchoring, our tending of self and our expanded self, called WE.
Yes, WE sense the difference from those first ones, the ones WE once needed so much, called family.
Once taken for granted, now, WE fear the risk of losing either one or the other
So…. WE learn this ritual, this flirtatious dance of catching spirits, collecting people
Adding them over and over to our WE.
And WE grow better and better at this graceful effort,
The new ones pull us, push, shape us, helping define us.
This scares us but also propels us, helping to anchor us, find our center, test our bonds of connection..…belonging.
WE lose some along the way, yet WE continue the dance, ever searching and collecting the ones for our WE.
Some stay, some leave, some melt into us.
Absent minded, automatic, like breathing sometimes.
But, also Intentional, like a patient weaver, WE hold the common thread while adding color, pattern, to loop together in the making of our unique design for life.
Oh but WE are not always careful to make sure that the design and structure can tolerate contrast, resistance, unexpected and compelling sweet distractions.
For these…..these, in the end, make our life more fulfilling, satisfying and ………….. worth the living!
Akua (aka Carol Bebelle)
Performed at the 2014 Imagining America National Conference in Atlanta, Georgia.
All Us, a New Orleans way of saying We reminds me that there are so many ways in which we all perform being human. Our style, our frequency, our velocity may differ but we all journey life’s adventure negotiating the tension of alone and together from and with others.
Our independence sturdies us while our interdependence nurtures us. And we dance between needing others and needing to be alone. The dance is sometimes so subtle it escapes even us. But we are always looking for the added flavor and stimulation that some other being provides to our sense of self and well- being.
For it is in the “we” that we find our most definitive self, refracted exponentially through the eyes and hearts of our others.