Posted in crossroads, Developmental disability, disability rights, letters, Self-advocacy

Crossroads #04 (Self-Advocacy Sunday)

A walkway leads out into a desert within pink sand, with a sign with arrows pointing both directions sideways. Letters matching the pink sand read "Crossroads."
Crossroads in the California desert.
Yellow hill with oak trees in Henry Coe State Park.
Image courtesy Wild Recovery.

Dear Cheryl,

I heard you speaking
The language of Ideas
But I felt your bones stirring
In the language of Resonant Bones
You called yourself an ally
But if you speak Resonant Bone
Only an Idea
Could convince you
You’re not one of us
(Because you are)
And that is why
I’ve written you the invitation
And not someone else
I’ll explain more later
I promise

Spoken from the bone,
Mel

Madrone trees near a trail in Henry Coe State Park.
Image courtesy Wild Recovery.

Author:

Hufflepuff. Came from the redwoods, which tell me who I am and where I belong in the world. I relate to objects as if they are alive, but as things with identities and properties all of their own, not as something human-like. Culturally I'm from a California Okie background. Crochet or otherwise create constantly, write poetry and paint when I can. Proud member of the developmental disability self-advocacy movement. I care a lot more about being a human being than I care about what categories I fit into.

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