471: “No One Knows It All” (Paulo Freire)

                “Humility helps us to understand this obvious truth: No one knows it all; no one is ignorant of everything.” -Paulo Freire, “On the Indispensable Qualities of Progressive Teachers for Their Better Performance”

                Twelve days ago, when my love and I got married, we didn’t have an officiant. We welcomed people and exchanged vows ourselves. Most of the ceremony itself (before the tamales!) was our family group of 22 sitting in a circle beneath the redwoods. Each person shared a thought or a celebration or a wish, or something else they wanted to say. I loved listening. I loved the branching, rooting, connecting of our voices.
                I love living Freire’s humility and obvious truth, too. It feels so right. At the same time, when I hear someone say “no one knows everything,” there’s usually a kind of sting to the thought. Like it’s embarrassing, or like the statement itself is barbed. I get why. So many of the cultures I live in value a kind of performative knowing and devalue uncertainty, confusion, complexity. I spend a lot of time at a university, and it’s amazing how many professors won’t admit what they don’t know. When I talk to my friends in tech or finance or law or medicine or…well, you get it, and my friends in those spaces say something similar. The not-knowing can be portrayed as a threat. A failure. A weakness.
                I loved that, with our joined families at our wedding, not knowing anywhere close to everything just felt like a celebration. Of course these wonderful people had insights to share that were different from others’ insights. Of course some of them saw things I didn’t see. Sometimes their voices brushed past my thoughts, our worldviews interweaving like roots below the ground, and sometimes our branches reached off in different directions, and all of it was wonderful to share.

469: “Here In My Heart” (Moana)

“I will carry you here in my heart, you remind me
That come what may—I know the way—”
                –Moana

                Tomorrow I’m getting married!
                Tonight I just finished watching Moana with my partner, my siblings, my nieces, and my mom. This morning uncles and cousins and friends and family came together in a park to chat and meet and celebrate. (And eat delicious food). As one of my cousins was leaving, we paused in the parking lot, talking just a little more. I commented that when I moved away—to Massachusetts for college, at seventeen, then to India and Oklahoma and Illinois for work—I didn’t quite understand that moving meant all my people back here would be relationships I had to visit from far away. Of course I knew that. But I didn’t understand. 
                My cousin laughed and said something casual about here we were, though, chatting. Still connected.
                Tonight, one of my favorite parts of the movie is Moana running to hug her grandmother’s spirit. In lots of movies, the animators might depict the spirit as incorporeal—Moana’s hands could pass right through. A spirit could become a light to guide or talk but not to touch. Instead Moana throws herself forward and her grandmother’s spirit catches her. Holds her. The two leaning together. I love how real we are to each other, across whatever seas. I love how we love.