The angel and the girl
I must thank my lovely friend Ros for introducing me to this poem ‘The Angel and the Girl’ by Edwin Muir. Read it through a few times in its entire form (ideally aloud!) for its true beauty.
“See, they have come together, see,
While the destroying minutes flow,
Each reflect’s the other’s face,
Til heaven in hers and earth in his…”
On twitter the other day someone said that the best thing about the margins is the people you meet there. Amen. I couldn’t agree more.
It reminded me of Hebrews 13:2
“Do not forget to show hospitality to strangers, for by doing so some people have shown hospitality to angels without knowing it”.
Since childhood I have mixed widely; I will talk to anyone. I have always had many different friends as opposed to one core group. I love meeting and connecting with new people. As the above passage suggests, you never know who you are talking to or the effect they will have on you, or the effect you will have on them.
The best people I have ever met are the outsiders. Those who have been shunned and those will do not tow the line. Those who are vulnerable in some way and have sat with trauma long enough to know that we are all fragile and all connected.
They are the people I click and connect with. The people who don’t want anything from you. The ones who have a lot to teach us.
This week I have done a lot of writing and had a lot of brilliant conversations. A new critical project is taking shape and I very grateful to those who share their stories with me and trust me.
A lot of people contact me via twitter and this blog to discuss their experiences of sex work, trauma, body image, CJS, sexuality, poverty etc. I am grateful to have this space and hoping to do a lot this year to reach out.