What Leaves Change?
As the heat of the summer begins to fade
I quietly keep watch for golden leaves
that will flood the late afternoon breeze
and signal the start of a season of change
With a watchful eye, I observe and await
the crinkling matter that will cover the street
as the heat of the summer begins to fade
I quietly watch for golden leaves.
Yet though autumnal winds have yet to chase
the fragile feathers of the deciduous trees
the season of change is already upon me
and my own leaves shift their hue each day
as the heat of the summer begins to fade
A view of the Blue Ridge Mountains from a conference room at Haywood Street Congregation |
It has
been a month since I have arrived here in Asheville, and only now am I
beginning to see a reddish tint creeping over the leaves. I’m ready for when the trees here really
start to show off the splendor of late fall, as I’ve always enjoyed the way
fall looks in the mountains.
Fall is
a wonderful season of change and transition.
Incidentally, those same topics have been on my mind for well over a
month now. This comes as no surprise to
me, as I’m currently going through a lot of different transitory periods in my
life—graduating from Presbyterian College, beginning a YAV year, living openly
as a transwoman, moving to Asheville.
Many of
these transitions I was able to anticipate and prepare for. I cannot say the same for the transition I
went through during my orientation to the Young Adult Volunteer program.
When I
hear the word “orientation”, I think of three things. The first is becoming acquainted with a new
area. The second is becoming acquainted
with new people. The third is becoming
acquainted with new and useful skills.
These expectations come from having participated in numerous
orientations, as well as having to prepare and lead training sessions for my
staff this past summer when I was working at the Calvin Center as their Interim
Summer Camp Director.
So, as
I was riding the Greyhound to Stony Point, NY, I was anticipating an
orientation where I would meet a lot of new people and possibly pick up a new
skill (New York and North Carolina are too far apart to expect any sort of
proper orientation to Asheville—how long it took for the bus to travel up the
coast only emphasized this point to me).
And certainly, I did meet a lot of new people and I did learn new skills. Technically speaking, I was correct in my
assumptions of what orientation would be like.
However, I was correct only in the broadest of strokes.
I never
anticipated that the entirety of the first day and a half would be spent
discussing racial inequity and white privilege.
That we discussed this topic at all did not surprise me. That we spent an entire day on any one topic,
let alone this one, mildly surprised me.
That we talked about racial justice with such open emotion and passion completely
surprised me.
Anytime
I have discussed the concept of white privilege prior to my YAV orientation, it
has always been a very rational, very orderly, very clean conversation. Sterilized would be a fitting term. I knew what white privilege was; I knew it
was not just a historical issue, but a modern one; I knew white skin held
advantages that were encoded into present day systems. I’m from the South, how could these things
not be apparent?
I
understand, intellectually speaking, many of the ways that racism has been
systemized. Yet, I talk about the topic
with less emotion, with less urgency, with less attachment than I would if I
was discussing physics or geometry.
Until recently, I lacked any sort of emotional connection to a topic
that is significantly more important to me than either physics or geometry.
During
orientation, I wrote this journal entry as I began to feel an emotional
connection to the topic:
“I am feeling something at once familiar and foreign. That old feeling of needing to run is back. But its not just a feeling, it’s a want. A want to hide from the true evils this world possesses. A want to go back to where I am safe. A want to strip away my newfound knowledge and just return to ignorant peace. And I know that’s wrong.“But that’s not all how it feels different. This time its not my mind that’s racing. My legs feel no urgency. No, this need to run is solely in my gut. I’m scared and I fear this growing emotion is going to shut me down. I [am] frightened by my own ignorance of the world and my place in it that I am uncertain as to how to proceed.“Except, that uncertainty is embedded in fear. And this is where my body and my brain are working alongside my emotions to temper them appropriately for the first time (at least, I currently believe to be correct). My mind is saying ‘stay, learn more, it’s the right thing to do.’ And my legs are worn by what is being told by my brain and my gut, and are just concrete slabs weighted with metal straps.”
I have
never previously felt such intense emotion regarding racial inequities as I tried
to describe in that journal entry. I
pray that experience will not be a one-time occurrence. I worry that if I never feel that way again,
then I have unintentionally given into my fear and returned to the privileged
places where I can safely exist.
I did
not expect my orientation to the Young Adult Volunteer program to be such an
intense emotional journey. I did not
expect that I would need to change how I approach racial justice. I expected this program to change how I see
the world I live in, though I did not expect that to happen on day one.
And now
I find myself looking forward to simple things that I am expecting to
come. A colorful Appalachian fall. The onset of colder weather. The approaching season of endless
holidays. And I’m wondering what changes
will occur that I won’t be expecting, because unexpected transitions seem to be
the most memorable ones.
JT - what a beautiful reflection! Prayers for you continued journey in this ministry. We love you!
ReplyDeleteA wonderful post, JT--thanks for sharing so much of yourself. Continued well wishes for your YAV year and beyond!
ReplyDeleteawesome blog. Hope the year is going well
ReplyDeleteHi! Just wanted you to know your home church is praying for you! hope you are well! Much love, The SACPC Caregiving Committee
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