Maple was studying a human anatomy book when I approached their picnic table. She told me that she was planning on going to Costa Rica to study massage. Hon Ray, or at least that's how he pronounced it, a young man studying a book on Alaskan boats, was planning on going to the Netherlands to study a special type of boat building. They were both recent high school graduates.
As I sat there listening to their stories, eating chocolate and drinking tea, I couldn't help but remember myself at that age; pained, drunk, stoned, and hopelessly in love with a man for who I changed my college plans to be near. It made me feel so hopeful, listening to them talk about their plans and their interests. There was no hesitation, no shyness. They were both excited for their futures and seemed quite well adjusted.
I kept reminding myself that these were teenagers. When they asked me about my story, I fumbled through a history based on working through trauma; neglect, body image issues, abandonment, and of course, self love. I told them that a certain point I recognized myself in one of the photos I took, and from there, followed my gut for two years to find myself at A Love Rebellion, my most recent social art project.
Chocolate laden and tea drunk, I walked away from the table with light, hope, and love. Full of power and magical loveliness, I had made a connection with two strangers planning their futures at the edge of a lake in the midwest.
As I walked across the grass, butterflies and birds fluttering beneath the branches of the low canopy, I knew that I had been wrong about love.
Love is not about proving, love is about believing. Love is about faith. The faith you have in those you love and those you don't. The faith you have in yourself. The faith you have that all is available if you are open.
How wonderful to come to this with these two young strangers. I had no idea when I offered them kindness what kind of great gift I would get in return.
Meeting strangers is my favorite. Hands down. How about you? What do you do to grow or stretch yourself? What do you do to question your world view? I would love to hear! Leave it in the comments below or message me...and please share this. Also.....head on over to A Love Rebellion if you haven't already and see what's what. It is pretty exciting over there!!!
Fuck is not eloquent, in fact, it is the opposite of eloquent.
This observation of my website and business name, passed on to me along with an accusation of being self-absorbed, came at the end of one of my most popular posts on Elephant Journal.
I was also recently told in a conversation thread blaming white women for the victimization of brown people everywhere, to "sit the fuck down and shut the fuck up."
There is so much pain in the world, it comes through in how we react to people, in how we feel about ourselves, and how we feel about each other. It is evident with each passing day that more and more people are at risk of violence, persecution, oppression, and worse. But it is no excuse to join in with the angry voices; the voices of rage, of exploitation, of fear.
This world roots for me to fail. I am given a loaded gun every single day and dared to put it to my head. But I will not, and I urge you not to. It is now that hearts are needed. I can see it in the eyes of the people I talk with. They need hope. They need something they can believe in. And every day I make that choice. I can be hope, or I can be heartache. I would rather be hope.
So yes, I believe that Fuck is an absolute in my life and in the name of my business and blog. This is because there is so much against it.
Standing up for yourself and what you believe in, in a meek way does not work. Ever. In fact, I have experienced on more than a few occassions that the only way to stand up for yourself is with confidence, with power, and with strength. Anger, no. Power, yes.
We have all been convinced that people are not valuable. We have been convinced that in order to prove that you are of any worth, that measurement must be taken in dollars and cents. If you are a woman, you are only valuable for as long as you are young and beautiful. This is not a feeling I have, this is a statistic.
This is why there is Fuck in my name. Because I mean it. I mean it for you, I mean it for me, and I mean it for every other person who has been oppressed or manipulated in this society, which includes just about everyone.
It is painful watching the oppressed go along to get along. It is torture to watch people with little education, less resources, and no money get on board a bandwagon they think will save them, even as it promises to do so at the expense of others. It is awful to watch people pick sides in an imaginary struggle that has been created only to divide.
This is why I will always reject this type of debate. I will always reject the blame game. I will reject any type of discussion that seeks to victimize an entire group of people, even if it is at the hands of another vicitimized group of people.
It is time to reject the message of self-hate and fear of others. It is time to lead with the heart, no matter what, and to trust that people are inherently worthy, and that each of us has value.
It is time to recognize that people are worth fighting for, not against, and that love is the only way through this.
Love is the only way through this.
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