Around the corner from where I live are many historical houses. Most of them are single family dwellings. At the end near my building is a prestigious day school, it has a wrought iron fence along the sidewalk. That seems to make it fit in with the houses.
The people in the beautiful houses live behind fences that are tall and black. The fences are iron bars that reach up to make spikes at the top – no sitting on the fence where those people live – at their houses you are in or you’re out.
Folks can see inside the fences, but no one can reach into habitats. A well-cared for Japanese garden with a small bridge graces a lawn. English gardens and porches decorate yards and houses. But the people don’t come out to see them. The people must be very busy or hiding like zoo animals do.
The wrought iron fence at the school is less. The ground was raised and has a concrete wall surround. I sit on the wall in daylight, watching people on the sidewalk. I find my way there in the dark of night to stare through the trees up at the sky. Sitting on that fence wall, I become part of the scenery. I become a private observer. Fence sitting there is invisible.
I’m uncut stone fence sitter by nature. Uncut stone walls have personality and like to play. Uncut stones won’t put up with folks who “sit on the fence” about being there. Rocks of all shapes and sizes that don't interlock require I find a place that fits and that I commit to it. Even when I’m still and settled, such a fence is prone to move a bit, rocking, tipping, swaying, sometimes sliding me right to the ground.
I make friends with a rock fence, but eventually it gets uncomfortable. I have to make friends with it again and again. Rock fences aren’t fair or predictable. They can't be ruled. They can't be tamed. They are what they are and that’s it. It takes experience and adaptability to sit on a rock fence with complete commitment, knowing that I’m never safe and I’m neversure that the fence won’t shift.
Sitting on a rock fence reminds me of living my life.
−me strauss Letting me be