05/31/2020
Two Sides to a Coin
Are there? Are we so naive to believe that there are just two sides to a coin? Or two sides to every story? There is a head side and a tail side, there are two broad flat sides of every coin--plain to see when laying flat and looking from above. One side in the light, another in the dark. Flip it over and the same is true. The side of the oppressed and the side of the oppressor. The side of justice and the side of injustice.
But there is another surface. There is a thin round edge that you can use to stand a coin up on, that you can use to roll a coin on and on, that you can use to spin a coin. This edge is made up of so many small strokes that it is an endless circle--no end, no beginning. If not for this overlooked side of the coin, the coin would not, in fact, be a coin.
There are myriad sides to every coin. There are myriad sides to every story.
So how do we shift from this place of my side / your side to a place of ALL the sides? From a place of the head and the tail to a place of the edge? For we rally ourselves with people who think like us and sound like us and look like us and we pit ourselves against the others. How do we climb out of this pit? Where is the pivot point? Is there one angle from which all could come that would point us collectively in the right direction?
Could we try this? Put love at our back and move from there. Stop moving from a place of my story vs yours, my perspective vs yours, my opinion vs yours. Be the edge of the coin--smooth and without an end or beginning. Be the surface that stands up and holds up and allows the coin to roll on and on. Be the side that gives the coin depth and definition. And do it in love.
Put love at your back and move from there. Be the *complex* human being that you are--able to distinguish fact from opinion, hold your own opinion, and still give space and grace to others' opinions. Be the *complex* human being that you are--able to see the human being across from you in the light of their mother or father, sister or brother, son or daughter and extend to them the lightness of a smile, the kindness of being seen, the balm of acknowledgment that their life is as beautiful as yours--painted in different colors for sure, but painted with love just like yours.