Gratitude Culture

For every child that couldn’t stomach the food on their plate and were told that they will eat it and be grateful that they have it, I reject enforced gratitude. 

Even When it Hurts

 Will you ever respect the depth of  passion I have for what I love ?

Recognize that I feel it is a calling to speak up, to deny that which is harmful to those whose pain I feel?

Will you ever treat me as an equal who cares as much for humanity as you and grieves deeply for what we’ve all lost? 

Will you ever respect me as someone who believes they are doing God’s work in their own way and cannot turn away from it

 

even when it hurts? 

The Power of Love

 If love heals, what does the lack of love do?

 It is impossible for a person to feel they belong when others don't accept them as they are.

Imagine

Imagine a world where we respect each others pain; allowing space for it to be heard; listening to the wisdom held in it's anger and indignation, instead of pushing it away so that we don't have to feel it ourselves.  

What if we provided a soft place, a sanctuary for the wounded to heal, held them in compassion as they purged the toxins from their soul. 

What if we took responsibly for the well being of each other as if our very lives depend on it.

What if they do?

 It’s better to be alone than with people who don’t want you. 

Self Love

 Today I crawled out from under the weight of your bad opinion and for the first time in a long time I felt free. 

Rise Up

Rise Up by Andra Day

The scarier the world gets the more we want to isolate and protect ourselves from it by any means we can.  We surrourd ourselves with like minded people to feel safe. We make rules that define how we should be together, define our boundaries, tightening our security, and in so doing we create a world of us and them. 

The scarier the world gets the more polarized we become, but now more than ever we have to resist the self protective urge to seperate ourselves from the struggle of our fellow human beings. We are interconnected, interdependent; it is our struggle too, and without each other we are powerless. We cannot give in to the feeling that we can't make a difference because that hoplessness will be the end of us all.

October

If October was a person it would be a a woman in her prime, all decked out in burgundy  and gold, not hiding her age as if it is something to be ashamed of, but recognizing the beauty that comes from living, how laughter and worry have etched their tell tale lines on her face, how the sparkle in her eyes still exists but is tempered and made three dimensional  by the depth of wisdom, reminding us that everything is finite and yet infinite at the same time. 

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