Part of my challenge with keeping up with this blog as I would really like has to do with:
1 difficulty translating my thoughts and understandings and impressions into words;
2 even when I find words, ideas are so interconnected that there'd be simply too many;
3 often by the time I manage to extract words and to write them, my ideas are shifting;
4 it feels almost embarrassing to look back at static words because I'm still evolving;
5 yet it seems like it might be helpful to have a trail of some sort to look back upon;
6 because those static understandings were indeed my lens on the world at one time.
1 difficulty translating my thoughts and understandings and impressions into words;
2 even when I find words, ideas are so interconnected that there'd be simply too many;
3 often by the time I manage to extract words and to write them, my ideas are shifting;
4 it feels almost embarrassing to look back at static words because I'm still evolving;
5 yet it seems like it might be helpful to have a trail of some sort to look back upon;
6 because those static understandings were indeed my lens on the world at one time.
For many years now, I have wanted to write about some of my unlearning journey, and I felt confounded and inarticulate, so maybe my ideas / words were all just gestating still.
My thinking and worldview have undergone major shifts in recent years that I have felt unqualified to try to address, but also I am not comfortable keeping my thoughts inside. These relate to issues of race, religion, gender, socioeconomics, colonialism, ableism, intelligence, supremacy, hierarchy, even just the concept of "Wilderness" in and of itself.
Perhaps I am coming closer now to the emergence of my words: on their own schedule.