The Rocks on the Hill

We are the rocks on the hill
Watching
A theatre of witnesses
And we too are
Immovable

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I have had people in my life who appear immovable to me. It feels like they’ve refused to shift their views, or be open to other truths, or to consider other ways of knowing beyond the cognitive. My shifting and growing has resulted in a distance between us. Our increasing differences have created polarization and hurt for everyone.

But I recently met a very special group of friends who have helped me to understand a different way of being immovable. They watched me grieve deeply, and grow slightly. Yet were unwavering in their compassion, unrelenting in their love, and constant in their acceptance. Their song is always:

There is nothing you can do to make me love you more,
There is nothing you can do to make me love you less,
You are loved,
You are loved.

A true theatre of witnesses. Thank you for teaching me that somehow, immovable is both dance and description. Thank you all for being my rocks on the hill.