Yesterday I met with a dear family member for lunch, and I acquired an education regarding assumptions. In her gentle way, she told me stories that I could store away and ponder. And what I came away with on the semi-long trip back home was what I thought I saw for decades wasn’t the whole deal, just a small part of it. And what I left out was richer and more difficult than what I could have ever imagined. And with that realization, I felt my edges get softer, more accommodating, and more compassionate. Just by sitting with me and talking, she pointed the way for me to become a better person.
So now that leaves me curious about all the people who I think I’ve known. What else is in their personalized art kit of life that I’ve missed because of assumptions? And what have people missed about me because of the assumptions they’ve made?
I’ve decided to incorporate the emptiness of assumptions in my current draft of Vinehart Farm. This book is the perfect medium for clarifying how Eva sees, and tempering how she acts, based on assumptions. When you hold this book in your hands come June, think back to this blog post and you’ll recognize the dialogue of my acquiring an education on a winter Saturday in January.