Can We Afford to Mock and Bully Each Other? 

Yesterday I was in my local fabric shop. I appreciate that this small town has such a great shop that feeds my creativity. The fabric selection is lovely. They do not require masks of their patrons or staff. I choose to shop there rather than online or in another town because I want them to be here, in my town. Fabric is important to my equilibrium.
In the first few minutes of my entering the shop the staff person on duty and I struck up a conversation about boys in our lives that we taught to sew. She then told me that the boy she taught, was teased and it ended his interest in sewing. This made me sad and my reply was, “If we could figure out how to stop bullying, an awful lot of violence would be eliminated in this world. I wish our society could figure out how to not bully each other as kids and as adults.”
Moments later another customer entered the store and upon noticing my masked presence, started talking about “sheeple” and actually making the “ba’ah” sound several times over. Making it clear to me, her opinion of my mask.
I was shocked that this was happening – on the heels of the conversation I’d just had, I was being mocked, bullied, ridiculed by an adult. I resisted the urge to put the fabric down and leave because that seemed like giving her what she wanted – for me to not be in the store. I went to the back of the store to pray and gather my thoughts. I tried to work up the words to approach the other customer directly but I didn’t find them until today.
First of all, I respect that you can choose to not wear a mask. Can you be respectful and civil of my different choice? Does bullying me really help me understand you or you understand me? Did you feel good about treating me that way when you left the shop? Did you tell others about how you shamed the mask wearing fabric lover? Did it make you feel powerful? I just want to understand why you said what you said.
I ask that you consider these possibilities:
Maybe I’ve had COVID and can’t afford to get it a second time.
Maybe I’m immune compromised and getting COVID is dangerous for me or someone I live with.
Maybe I’ve had a loved one die of COVID and it hurt to watch them suffer alone.
Maybe wearing a mask simply brings me a peace of mind that doesn’t come easily during a time when my scheduled life was interrupted.
Maybe a year from now no one will wear a mask because we understand COVID better.
Maybe everyone will be wearing a mask because we understand COVID better.
Maybe I will die in a car accident and you will die of a heart attack and COVID will be irrelevant in our dying.
Maybe neither of us know the right things today.
If your actions had driven me away from the shop, does that help our local economy? Do you want the fabric shop to survive the pandemic? I do. Which means my money spent counts too. The unmasked staff were very respectful and kind, allowing physical distance  during my time in the shop.
Can we afford to push each other away in our local economy? Can our emotional economy survive this division in our small community? What if a day comes when we need each other? What if that day is today? Do we want to be resistant to helping each other because of our differences? Can we afford the battering of each other spiritually? My God says, “To be kind is better than being right.”
Here is what we have in common – a love of fine and beautiful fabric that we use in our homes, a love of sewing and creating things for our families to enjoy. Can we keep that common thread while in the fabric shop instead of making us enemies for our pandemic lifestyle choices? Our political differences? I don’t go to the fabric store to talk politics, I go there to talk about fabric and sewing.
My prayer is that each stitch we collectively sew during this pandemic cultivate more respect, civility, and appreciation for all humans. Where each project trims away our judgements and bullying ways in the interest of having a community that cares for everyone.

#metoo & #covid19 Parallels of Global Pandemics

The first global pandemic in my lifetime was #metoo, it was our first #weareinthistogether moment. While women spoke up loud and clear, every age, gender, color, culture, social class, religious and political side joined the chorus of the #metoo and #timesup movement. Many of us spoke up for the first time in our lives. We declared that a cultural shift was long overdue and pandemonium followed. He said, she said, they said interrupted long time predators and freed thousands of victims from abuse. Many lives have been deeply impacted by the movement. Some people charged with crimes lost jobs, families, and a few are in prison. Victims became survivors and for some of us justice prevailed. It is a revolution we are still navigating.
Sexual crimes have been at pandemic proportions for more than a generation. Silence created severe injury to each survivor and allowed the prolific spread of these crimes. This disease of humanity has taken lives in the form of mental health challenges, addictions, and suicide. It’s been the silent virus infecting our homes, family systems, relationships, ​work environment, systems, ​and ou​r​​ a​bility to thrive as humans. I believe the remedy for #metoo is honesty, courage, and responsibility.
#covid19 pandemic is a new-to-human virus that is ​a ​​​different ​threat ​and strikingly similar in impact. Physical distancing, job loss, financial hardship, and threat from an invisible force have impacted ​our ​sense of well-being around the world. The remedy for #COVID19 is honesty, courage, and responsibility.
#metoo and #covid19 challenge our ability to be:
  • honest about how we each define our truth
  • courageous in speaking our truth
  • responsible for ourselves and how we impact those around us
Our boundaries matter. If we didn’t get the consent culture message that #metoo amplified, #covid19 is here to remind us we need to figure these things out, NOW.
What is my comfort level with physical proximity, touch, mask wearing, shopping, working, living? How do I tell you about my comfort level? ​How do I ask you to respect my choices? How do I learn to respect your decisions? ​When do I tell you, before you arrive, or once you breach my boundaries? How can we empower each other​, ​and especially our children​,​ to speak up for their well-being and boundaries?
With so much fear in our midst, I hope my clear and calm voice will cut through and deliver my truth regarding #metoo and #covid19. I believe we are all interconnected and cannot do this alone or without thinking about those we love, and the neighbors that we don’t love. I believe that wearing a mask deserves respect from those around me, just as I will respect those in my midst that don’t wear a mask​.​ I understand ​that your choice​​ is ​what brings you peace during a time of stress and anxiety. I will ke​ep​ my distance​ if you don’t have a mask, not because I don’t like you, but because physical distance is what brings me peace.
I choose to believe we are all doing our best, I choose to respect every human, and I choose to be incredibly kind to myself and everyone I meet as we continue to shape our new normal with each pandemic. I will not shame you or judge you because I want us to all be empowered with our truth. My choices bring me inner peace, which tells me I am honoring my truth. I’ve been practicing speaking my truth for many years now, and it’s gotten easier to be pro-active and clear about my choices. I have much less anxiety when I know and communicate my boundaries, which brings me back to peace.
What can you more clearly define for yourself so you are prepared to speak your truth?
Be pro-active, communicate clearly, and experience peace.

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