I woke up to a yellow-tinted sky and a strange smell in the air. It was kind of like smoke, but not exactly. I remember smoke when my father’s house burned down in Malibu in the early 90’s. It was a time in my life when I was forming an adult identity–amidst fires and earthquakes and worse. I was reminded of it when I saw the strangely-colored UK sky.
There was a foreboding energy as Beesly and I walked to the seafront in the morning. The waves were calm. The sea was green. The storm had already hit the southwestern part of Ireland and was heading our way–Hurricane Ophelia.
As the day went on, the wind kicked up its intensity and everything was canceled at the university so I stayed indoors, as directed by local officials. The potted plants were blown over in the garden and I lugged them inside to safety. It was like a jungle in the living room as I sat in front of my computer.
But I couldn’t focus on my work. The wind was making me restless. So I went on Facebook and saw the “me too” status updates beginning to fill my feed.
I’ve worked hard in my life to be released from the patterns that were set in me when I was young. It was not just the men who harassed and/or assaulted me when I was a teenager, but the adults in my life who, during the years when I was forming a vision of the adult I would become, turned a blind eye, and worse, made comments like, “Oh he’s just like that” or “You can’t tell anyone about this–you know he helps a lot of people in his work.” Protecting powerful men had a devastating impact on my self-esteem.
So yeah, me too. Of course.
My prayer is that this beautiful open awareness we are beginning to see can create a new paradigm, that we can continue to open ourselves wide enough to hold the truth and protect those who are brave enough to speak.
Cardigan Bay, Wales