second thursday of easter

i took a few passes on the church corner today.

there were a few waves, one wildly enthusiastic honker, and i got to tell the story to a young man who lives in a neighboring house. he asked me to tell it because "we see you out here all the time".

and when i was done talking with him, he said, "we'll be cheering for you!"

so i came home and had lunch.

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walking the line is light and easy work. to tell the story and to keep telling it restores to me a dignity that was taken from me first by the perpetrator and then more egregiously by the church.

to ask and ask again to be restored to dignity is a sad position to be in. this was not my first, second, or even third choice for restoration, but i have carved out for myself a place on which to stand, a place of solid resolution and peace.

there is nothing i want from the williston federated church anymore. i have learned from them all the lessons i need about humiliation and shame and ostracism. i have learned from them all the lessons i want about hypocrisy and silence.

make no mistake: the walk is not a means to an end. it IS an end. it is my chosen resolution to the matter. it is the new normal.

i have to go put my feet up.

i have a lot more walking to do in the coming years.