Spooky & Sue 1974… Sue was one of my first idols… the way she moved, she smiled, her eyes, her fillet, her pants… she totally got it…. I wanted to look like Sue.
In her song Swinging on a star she warned us not to grow up to be a mule or a pig, but to swing on a star instead. The original song is from Bing Crosby 1944, a traditional white guy, 30 years later same song, sung by two beautiful black flower power people, overflowing with a bubbly life energy…
Last week somewhere on FB I read ‘it’s racism to compare a human being with an animal’…
I was shaken by the intensity of this post and shocked by the thread of friends that followed, blaming and execrating the one who innocently shared seeing similarities between this human being and an animal. Since then I’m so aware of people looking like animals and I noticed people are compared with animals all the time and everywhere… how often I do this myself! My youngest daughter looks like an otter, my middle one balances between a swan and a piglet, my husband is a silver back, I was once told I looked like a hedgehog, last week I told a friend she looked like one of those amazing cows I saw in the polder….
It becomes edgy when a white human being is impressed by a beautiful black human being, seeing similarities with a gorilla… wow… how tender are our painful spots, how painful our histories, how huge our collective painbodies… how fragile we are… how clumpsy we can be… how easily we unintentionally hit on those awfully painful spots… with the ones we know and don’t know, with the ones we love and are dear to us… I wish we would be able to simply say we got hurt in stead of blaming and giving food for hatred and separation… we would have different conversations if we could be open about our feeling hurt and our hurt feelings …
we could meet…
We could just be there for each other in those painful moments… we could listen, learn from each other’s intentions, apologize, say sorry, give and receive forgiveness… how healing would it be to share our hurts and hearts, to give all our loving attention and hold each other safely right there in our painful spots; with compassion and loving care; we can heal ourselves and others … wounded healers …
Why would we grow up to be a mule or a pig, when we could also be swinging on a star… together… let’s not pass on the light these days… let’s be the light…