It has been a good long time since I have been wordless. But every time I sit down to write the words slip away. It is as if the lid has been lifted from Pandora’s box. Intolerence is not just oozing out but hatred and discontent are now flowing freely. No filters necessary.
In this diverse little pocket in the middle of this Red state hordes of fearful people showed up in support of our freedoms. The freedom to be unique and who we are. Black, Brown, Yellow, Red, White, The Physically Unique, all represented… Each with their stories. Stories that are here in our “Truman Show” existence of Unity and acceptance.
Fear is what was in the air. A beautiful young Muslim woman was accosted in Walmart, rocks thrown at her car, at her children’s school (by the children), her children are getting called names; hate crimes against Muslims.
One story. (more…)
I have sat to write this numerous times. As my shock moved through stages of outrage I have realized that collectively the mirror is turned on us. Displaying back to us what it sees. The only way out is to see and make different choices, each one of us, with conscious intention. We can work on making better choices in life.
My visceral response is that we now have a version of what I see out of sync in our country leading us. The self-inflated white man in all of his glory. Spouting bigotry and hate. Almost a cartoon.
We have been forced into a position, where, for maybe the first time in a very long time, into a position where there is no way out but to examining our beliefs. What we deem important? What are our core values? (more…)
When our awareness moves away from victimhood or struggle towards “Show me how”, the Universe shows up to meet us! When we are standing in victimhood or survivor space we have our attention focused out and in at the same time, in a weird way. While on one hand every sentence expressed has an “I” in it with a “so and so” did this to “me” on the other we acquiesce, we play nice. But we search our environment for validation. This is typical behavior for those dealing with trauma from abuse. We have allowed our abusers to own our identity. Unless we choose to reclaim ourselves, and move past our abuse, nothing has room to change. We do that by being aware of how we are showing up, where we are allowing others to make our choices for us, when our voice is silenced.
Unless we choose to reclaim ourselves nothing has room to change. When do we choose? (more…)