Adaptation

A dear friend innovated to help me participate with power in social engagements. It's hard to get attention when I can't speak. It's hard to be understood when I can't speak. It's hard to get the help I need, hard not to feel alone, hard to shine. But when people really tune in, I am touched. I don't mean that I feel moved, or maybe I do, but what I mean, physically, is that there is contact. 

The world I live in now is unique, and I don't have company in it. I am adapting in crazy ways, unusual ways. You could say that my adaptations are me. 

As I write this the sun is suddenly brandishing its light and the clouds are making room, their edges glowing responsively. Sky makes an appearance after a morning of gray. Each is adapting to the other. My body responds to the change.

I had fun flashing my cards and it made me feel a bit bossy, something that I rarely feel nowadays. My friends were adapting to my limitations, keeping me company in this unique world. This is love.

November 15, 2021