I got your letter and it was lovely, per usual. As I lay next to Emiliana I can't help but thinking of you. The house is quiet and I can feel the rise and fall of her chest beneath my arm. Can you believe I have an almost 4 yr old? I still can't comprehend it. And your question, your thoughts are still ringing in my heart. I'm sorry you're even going through this and it makes me wonder how will I raise little E? How do I raise my daughter in a generation where it feels our gender has become as easily malleable as the shoes or shirt we choose to wear that day? To your point I have had two friends now ask me since I have been divorced "So are you still into men? Or something else?" and it surprised me. Not because of them, perhaps they perceived they were innocent questions given the news of today, but is that really a legitimate casual question? Is it? I've seen SO many things in my social media feeds lately about it ~ and I don't even get on social media that often. What do you feel inside of you? Is gender a moral decision? Both moral and scientific? I believe we are each on our own path, but I also feel very curious about how casual it all feels. Is even clothing becoming "gender neutral"?Anyway I wrote in my journal a bit ago "to hack a hacker (someone who is trying to make you into someone other than what you already are) you don't have to know anything about them; you only have to know yourself." So I can't reiterate enough two things Lovely, we are each on our own path and, honestly, only you know the answer. Only you know if when the co-worker approached you, how did it feel? I tell Emiliana we know the decision based on how it made us feel afterwards. In the wise words of Grandmother Willow (from Pocahontas, I can't help myself haha) "Listen to your heart. You will understand." Be still. Be patient with the questions in your heart. Thank you for trusting me with your heart. Don't let this be a peer pressure issue rather one you make because it is, truly, or it isn't You. Pick up your pen again. Be Light, as you are.
I'm sending so much love, always.
PS: Every moment we are writing the story of our lives.