Where do I
belong? A question of many facets. First, the literal. Where I belong these
days is in my home or outdoors wearing a mask and at least six feet away from
everyone else.
This
question is usually asking, with whom do I belong. Where do I fit in? With whom
do I have something in common? Who are the people I care for? Who are the
people who care for me?
Whom did I
find while engaging in common interests? Who came together with me around a
common identity? Who continue to get together because we like each other, and
because our get-togethers get us out of our homes and into the presence of
other human beings?
Do I belong
in the synagogue where I’m a dues-paying member but hardly ever attend services
and no longer work in any committee? I have synagogue friends from 30 years
ago, but haven’t more than greeted in passing for the last decade.
Where else
might I belong? On this planet? In my skin? At the places on the internet
frequented by like-minded people?
Turning it
around, who belongs with me? For whom do I make a welcoming space? To whom do I
give the benefit of the doubt?
So many
questions and even more answers, because every moment is different and my mood
varies along with my self-esteem and my willingness to even conceive of myself
as belonging on this planet at all. But the relationship between self-esteem
and belonging is circular: I need to feel vaguely good about myself to foist my
presence on anyone else, but if I haven’t spent time interacting with anyone
else I start to wonder if I actually exist.
To accept
and justify the gift of my existence, I feel the need to be doing something to
improve others’ lives. I take the most responsibility for my friends and other
members of the intersecting communities to which I belong: lesbians, seniors,
writers, liberals, San Franciscans, etc.
Anyway, in
this time of sheltering in place, one of the most helpful things I can do for
myself and others is to reach out and have conversations with my friends. To
recognize the other as a person worthy of being listened to, to share my
similar feelings and affirm that we’re both human. When I’m down, I can share
that with someone who is also down and be comforted by our common humanity. Or
I can share with someone who is less down, and maybe begin to hope that a
better mood might come around to me in due course.
And I remind
myself to listen to friends who call me or share in a Zoomed meeting, not just
to reassure us of our common humanity, but also to notice any particular need
that I can help with.
Dana
Vinicoff
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