my own language is not wrong
August 20, 2009 § Leave a comment
there is this thing about talking with folks who work with refugees, either they are a refugee themself or they work and live with them, there is something about talking to them grounds me. i need that in my life more. lately i have been writing a lot about some of the folks we have met and loved and being immersed in that world imaginatively as well as physically can be exhausting. and i start to question if what we do … i dont know…matters … and i need to be reminded that it does. i need to be re affirmed that i matter.
some place where i can recharge, find my center, relax, speak my own language. some place that reminds me that i gods child and i what i do matters to the people whom i love and center in my world.
i am thinking about how scared i have been to speak lately. how i feel like no matter what i say, it is not right, because i am the one who is saying it. how painful and personal that is. and how i realized that i am not wrong. wrong is not my name. i am not the wrong person to speak.