A new year, an old hope: engagement. It’s time again to take stock, to say the important things that need saying or at minimum to avoid the trite that matters to no one. Here I have to ask your indulgence – a space, within and without, for restorative Justice. To relive with me the tensions we have shared with the disclosure of my addiction – between the simple exit, to withdraw, and voice, you spoke up regardless.
The balance implied in the common notion of justice calls us to “die” to the rigid walls of separation between us, which pain and fear have wrought upon heart and mind, like barred cages and rusting chains. Not forgetting, but replenishing is what holds us all in awe resisting decay. In the tension, to be open, laid open, exposing our “seed” of Justice hidden within – small and quiet.
Engagement begins on the sly, nuggets of insights shared, warped, and twisted within the deep rich ground of community. It takes root in a hope; however misguided the flesh of the story is continually revealed. It’s the coming-up-short – the dark night of false boundaries – that spawns decay instead of replenishment – that calls for grace. Above ground it trembles.
Be within and without – loyalty may rot, but early on the fruits of past experience were sweet – that the rain of our tears might heal us, binding once more into life engendering new fields of Promise. Full circle, unrepentant, its strength is its resiliency:
- I am with you despite relapses
- You have my respect, even when I fail