I have a coworker who is an older man, close to retirement. He used to be homeless but got a job in our greenhouse where he helps us wash our plastics and sanitize houses. He’s covered in faded traditional tattoos and mysterious scars. We’ve nicknamed him “Pops.” His real name is the same as my brother’s. He constantly shares things with me and looks out for me on days when I’m running around in a panic. Occasionally he shows up in a MAGA hat and my boss has to remind him that we can’t wear anything political at work.
This morning I was mixing soil and sneezed and he said “bless you” and offered me an orange. Tbh I wanted to be angry at him today, but it all melted away. It’s really easy to soothe our discomfort by vilifying others. It’s harder to recognize that people are a unique result of millions of factors and genes and events colliding over generations.
Was thinking about the task of love today (it can be a task!! 😵💫) and thought of this bell hooks quote from All About Love, “When we choose to love we choose to move against fear—against alienation and separation. The choice to love is a choice to connect—to find ourselves in the other.” 🧡 Sending love to y'all today 🫂