Be transformed by remembering what you forgot; you are here to love and be loved.
I awoke this morning and spotted myself being reflected back to me in ways that I’d rather not see. I was blinded by headlines and newsmakers; I bumped into walls of despair, worry, doubt, and confusion, some of which I believed. I was swallowed up by the illusions of appearances; I was separated from my family, friends, and neighbors. I forgot that we’re all in this together, even when it seems like we’re at odds and bumping into each other.
I forgot not to take it personally when I had a date with Conrad, who chose not to return my e-mail to lock in a time and location; my judgment toward him careened my sight, and I had forgotten that he, too is a gay soul working out his character defects — just like me — or maybe he’s not even conscious of his defects — does it really matter?
I forgot to remember that when I went out on a second date with Tim, he — like me — was looking for a connection, and when I wasn’t feeling it, I forgot to take care of him by letting him know. I was being selfish with my communication. But in my forgetfulness, I did start to remember, and in my remembering, I started to feel renewed. I began to get the taste of oneness again. I began to extend my awareness of brotherhood and forgive those who, like myself…