I know it’s in modern times that this rubber wrist band printed with words expressing what the wearer supports, or maybe wishes for, phenomenon came about. So long ago that I don’t recall when I first noticed them.
I have one that I like to wear. It’s invisible for a couple of reasons. For one, I like the colors I’m wearing to, as you might say, go together, and you can’t count on that without having stacks of them.
Mostly I don’t want to be misunderstood. My band is printed with, “I’m with you.” Not to mean that I agree. Just a kind of heart to heart thing. I’m with you when you’re hurting, when you’re afraid, when you’re angry, confused. I’m with you because it is so very easy to feel separate in our hurt and fear and anger and confusion.
If that is what I wear, invisible or not, it is what I send out. I’m standing for being with you, hoping to move us one step closer, and farther away from separation.