Writing about Weird is Weird

The breezes at dawn have secrets to tel us…

The breezes at dawn have secrets to tel us…

As I explained in a previous post, etymologically, ‘weird’ means ‘fate’ and in the way I am speaking of it is also synonymous with the process of individuation; becoming one’s true and whole (unique) self. In this context, we might think of fate as a divine blueprint with which, to a certain extent, we can choose whether or not to align ourselves.

Sometimes I question this subject I have been circling around, writing about its threads and many facets. Sometimes I stand outside it in my mind and view it and myself with a critical eye. “This is weird”, I tell myself. “You are getting too out there. You are going to scare people off,” and so on.

“Yes,” I respond, “you are probably right.” I acknowledge that writing about weird in a positive way is counterculture. Even though I refer to its etymological meaning and try to explain why I think it is so important, it still sounds suspect. It doesn’t help that Weird’s meaning is fate. Fate itself is a frightening subject for many, particularly westerners.

But I am not taking this countercultural viewpoint merely to be rebellious or challenging. For whatever reason, this subject so dear to my heart, has been a fascination for me for at least my whole adult life. Maybe my relationship with it began even earlier, come to think of it, when I had a run-in with a train. After all, what do we mean by a ‘wakeup call’ if not Fate calling us back to its own track.

At age seventeen I was the passenger in a car that was hit broadside by a train, and I lived to tell the tale. An experience like that makes more than a temporary impact; its effects are usually long-lasting and bring up questions, at least they did for me, about why I am still here and what life has in store for me that I don’t know about.

My life at that time was difficult and I was very disconnected from myself. Fate stepped in or, rather, crashed in, and for that I am grateful. I guess I have since become a spokesperson for Fate. I believe Fate has had a bad rap and that, in fact, there is a substantial amount of gold to be filtered out of the dross, in particular from cultural biases and assumptions based on misunderstanding. I know I am not alone in my valuing of the phenomenon of fate, and I believe that as the feminine principle becomes more appreciated in the world, Fate’s gifts will be recognized more widely.

Writing about weird is undeniably my weird, my fate. I hope to inspire respect (etymologically ‘re-spect’ means ‘to look again’) by helping Fate’s golden threads, its profound support of us, its Wisdom and its brilliance become better understood and accessible. And to remind myself and others that it is not only O.K. to be weird, but a Necessity.