Isn’t it amazing how we humans will, at first, unconsciously, secondly, consciously, utilize a stereotypical image as a kind of mold, to be poured into, and used in whatever way the person wants to use it.
I found this happening to me the other day. I’d been reading a novel, and two of the main characters-I slowly became aware-that’s my style I guess-inhabited a couple of my stereotypes in my reservoir. I had an ikon in my mind, maybe the sovereignty & dignity of women, as played out by the Abenaki, a Native American tribe.
This struck me as very strange; when I took a closer look at the woman, I saw a face, a body, with both her eccentricities and manliness, something like I knew that I knew, but I couldn’t remember who the person was. A woman.
Even as I’m writing this now, I don’t know where we were and what was going down, and wished I could recall the formation of a friendship I had with her.
Have you ever had something like this happen to you? This was a first for me, and what a darling melee!
It became my journey.
copyright:christopherbearbeam May 22, 2018