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Men who display obvious attraction to women in public…..
teen girls who flash their boobs to a crowd for attention…
PDA of two people in love…
a nature show displaying two animals procreating…
video games that depict violence, crime and obscene behavior…
women breastfeeding their children in public….
Let’s see how you do… which are nature and which are ignorance.
Anger got the best of me. I ranted and raged against a religion that claimed women were second class citizens. With two daughters and a son in tow I would not allow my son to believe he was better than his sisters, or have my daughters believing their future was limited and dependent on a husband. Parents have an obligation to raise open-minded, loving, respectable, children who as adults add balance to humanity. Once I got passed a few long-gone men’s huge egos, another realization hit. They were no better than I am, no more powerful, no less equal. And the God I believe in is an unconditional love entity that we all can hear and feel. I didn’t need a book or men to tell me what to believe and how to live and who to love. My mom raised me with morals and the knowledge of right and wrong. To reach the being I knew existed, I simply had to listen to my heart, my inner voice, my higher self. And I did. An open mind provides a clear channel to the spiritual realm and to what many people like to label God. Only “God” turns out not to be a single powerful being but an epiphany that is only realized when you consider every human, animal, plant, fish, the grass and weeds etc. as all significant parts of one majestic entity where love resides and hate is an emotion born on earth.
The freedom from losing their earth learned faith is amazing.
Happy mother’s day to all those wonderful women out there who dedicate their lives to safety, guidance, patience, endearments, and most of all unconditional love to not only their children but all those beautiful souls around them. Tomorrow may be our day, but it is only a flare in the sky to what we do and will continue to do for the rest of this lifetime. I salute you all!
Who are you? What do you like? Are you kind to others? Do you help humanity progress? Do you feel love in your bones? Would you give your last dollar to help a stranger? Would you die for your country? Would you die for your children? Do you smile to lift someone’s spirits? Do you listen to tears? Hear anguish? Does your heart drop when someone gets hurt? Do you feel loss when someone dies?
Do you stay calm during an emergency and then break down when you are alone? Does thunder scare you? Are you afraid of the dark? Does the night calm you? Does the ocean give you new perspective to where you rank in the world? Does it hurt when you fall down? Are your tears clear? Does a passionate kiss make you sizzle? Is your partner your complimentary half? Do you view life as a challenge?
Do you get angry at incompetent drivers? Does your face turn beat red when you are embarrassed? Do you have secrets you keep to protect yourself? Do you lie? Do you swear? Do you speak at all? Can you hear the wind, the rain, a crying baby? Do you like board games? Are you a bad winner? Do you walk around obstacles or puzzle out how to get through them? Is there a fruit you do not like? Is reading part of your routine?
Are you afraid for the future? Can you be yourself around others who cannot?
If you answered yes to any of these you are a flesh and blood, individual human who has a right to be?
Now if I ask you, does being gay make you different? What is your answer? And why did you have to think about it?
I’m a happily married woman with three kids. I am bisexual. I adore my husband. I fell in love with his soul and never looked back. If this soul was in a woman’s body, I would feel the same way and I know there is nothing wrong with me? How about you?
I posted a summary of what I’ve been through in this lifetime, but that’s not who I am. Writing about what makes me whole will be more difficult and a challenge I am willing to accept. I could simply say I do not like pickled herring, or cows tongue and balk at anything that has the consistency of mucous. Ugh. Okay, so let’s see.
I’m not perfect. I have endearing flaws and annoying quirks. I laugh when something is funny… or not so funny. I have a tendency to laugh when someone gets hurt (not tragically) in an unusual way, but that’s a family trait. My children are not fond of that particular trait. One day I can be completely high on life, when someone cuts me off, I sigh. Then there are days when I want to bite the world in the ass. Those days are fortunately fewer and far between.
I’d like to say I’m one hundred percent non-judgmental, but that would be inaccurate. There are times I am vulnerable. And those are the times when I make judgments. If I’m feeling bad about myself, thinking I’m unworthy, ugly, stupid and so on, I project these negative traits onto others. Where I normally would smile at someone who is frowning, I instead make a judgment about how inconsiderate they are to add their issue to my, already, destructive state of mind. Once again, as I progress into personal acceptance these occurrences are on the verge of extinction.
My actions do and don’t reflect who I am. Each individual moment can steer me in many directions. If I’m stressed, I will react in an irritated manner. What I am feeling at that time will guide the course of my reaction and so thus must I accept that others are the same, and not to rush to judgment.
I still feel I haven’t touched on who I am. Am I my personal thoughts? How I treat others? How I react to challenges? What I would do to defend my children? The strength of my loyalty to others? What I forgive? Maybe one day I will be able to answer these accurately, but for now I am a work in progress facing challenges head on, accepting, not always humbly, changes in my life, working for what I want and offering my love and devotion to those willing to accept the forever changing me.
The truth is an enchantment we place upon ourselves in order to explain who we are and why we do the things we do. My truth is different from everyone else’s. The perception of what is true is as unique as each individual, their life history, experience ranging beyond this lifetime, and what other people tell us is otherwise known as truth. There is no such thing as The Truth. I could tell you what I believe about a subject, but not be able to truly explain why. My story is filled with vivid memories of growing up, conversations, the good, the bad and the ugly, but there is so much more that I feel rather than know.
The truth is not a tangible substance we can display outside our minds. The truth is not a fact. It cannot be proven and it changes on a constant basis. What someone believes is the truth can drastically change from moment to moment. Words, images, emotions change what we feel inside. This minute glimpse of something new or newly revealed transforms every sequence of our thoughts, beliefs and self. We become someone new inside. The difference is astonishing from an introspective point of view.
So when someone asks you for the “Truth” smile and either shake their hand and engage in a litany of words or walk away.
I want to wish all out there a happy month, this month, next month and all those following. You are not alone. We are all connected in the other realm. A piece of us is always watching over our struggles. Never give up. You are not alone. You have me and a multitude of others in your corner, cheering you on, watching your back. If all the people who felt alone in this world came together, we’d need a conference room the size of Australia. You are cared about. You are cared for. Feel it. Feel us. You can do anything if you smile before you step. Smile before you open your eyes. Smile before you frown.
I spent a lot of the last nine years learning who I really am. Before then my life was simple, I didn’t have one. As a child I kept to myself, being bullied six hours a day, five days a week will do that to a young soul. I did have my family, a quite extensive family, a lot of aunts and uncles and cousins. We got together on weekends, but eventually everyone grows older and the play dates are no longer with cousins. And you have fewer distractions from the worse parts of your life and you’re forced to burrow deeper inside yourself. Home life had interesting cycles. The war zone, love and escape. My father caused all the wars, still does, but I gave myself an honorable discharged after my mother passed away. She was the reason I fought so hard. My mother loved us more than life itself, but her fears ruled her mind and me and my siblings were held in a tight grip close to her heart. Her fears killed her young. At the age of 53 she succumbed to cancer two years after my first daughter was born. So now I had my own children to protect. And from I learned when I grew up, I stood between them and the rest of the world, including my husband. It didn’t matter that my husband adored me and our children and that he proved himself as a loving husband and father every day. My father pretended to be trustworthy. His lies were believable because we wanted them to be true. I mean what father doesn’t love his children? My father. Well I was doing exactly what my mother did, except I had no reason to. And then cancer invaded the most personal depths of my sanctum and my life changed. All of my walls came crashing down and the world opened up. Suddenly I had to rely on others. And my life became full and interesting right before my very sick eyes…
Mel Evers wonders about it all 