Last night, just as we were falling asleep, my husband drowsily remembered a conversation he had earlier in the day.
“Oh,” he murmured, “I talked to that guy from the committee.”
“Which guy?” I asked.
“You know… That guy… He wears a limp.”
My husband was only semi-conscious and that probably explains his weird phrasing.
But I kind of liked it.
The man wears a limp.
A limp as something you wear.
Think about the control that gives the man over his limp.
He owns that limp. It doesn’t own him.
It makes me want to think about other conditions that we experience as something we wear. How differently we might consider our issues, problems – our very bodies – if they are just Something We Wear.
We could wear our health:
“She wears some arthritis in her fingers.”
“She’s wearing her third pregnancy.”
“She wears a stroke on his left side.”
“He wears a few acne scars.”
“She’s wearing another round of chemo.”
We could wear our situation:
“He’s wearing a difficult divorce.”
“She’s wearing her birthday today.”
“He’s wearing unemployment right now.”
“She’s wearing her new promotion.”
“He wears military service.”
“She’s wearing recent widowhood.”
We could even wear our feelings:
“She’s wearing a new love affair.”
“He wears loneliness most days.”
“He wears such joy in his grandchildren.”
“She wears confidence.”
“She wears a great sense of humor.”
What I am most hoping that we wear is
May we wear Kindness every day. Kindness to others. Kindness from others.
May we wear Kindness to ourself.