Inclusivity describes an inward and outward looking accepting gaze: space-holding for the marginalized, disabled entities that compose the sub-conscious/conscious out-group. The abstraction is real, and one that we know at a visceral level. I know when I'm not feeling included. You do too. The odd one out---not a pleasant experience. Think of a situation where surprisingly you were included. You were the one on the outside looking in, and suddenly that changed. You were offered the gift of participation. You became an actor. What were the factors that made the difference for you? Cultural taboos comes up for us when we touch this aspect of human reality. We know inside that we can't be agreeable, lovely, acceptable, to all people, all the time. We are not these things to ourselves a lot of the time. Here would be the point. How inclusive am I of all my own fractured parts? How willing am I to hold space for the uncomfortable sides of myself? The ones that I put
A place where thought seeps out . . . sometimes out of the most unexpected places