Flowers Blooming, for Lily

So bittersweet, the moment was. 

You called for me. 

That sweet face, my little baby girl peering out at me with glistening eyes. Mama, I need you. 

Earlier, your eyes glinted with exasperation when I offered to help you with your hair. You’re old enough, you don’t need me. You can do it all yourself. 

A while later, you caught my eye, I saw your face. You mouthed the words, to come with you.  So vulnerable you looked. 

I hold your cherished face in my hands. Wiped your shocked and surprised tears. Reassuring tones from my heart to yours. Yes, my sweet, a little piece of childhood is done, but it will be ok. 

I feel the little piece of ice pierce my heart. 

My baby, my baby. My heart. 

Now before me,  no longer the child playing with dolls. 

But the beginnings of a young lady. We can not go back from here. 

You still reach for me. My baby. You are crossing a threshold, we acknowledge together. You squeeze my hand. And thank me, for helping you feel safe, loved and supported. I am grateful that this is how you feel entering this transitional moment. That this is the space we have created together. 

I wanted to cry, to lament, please bring back my baby, what if there were things I did not teach, what if I missed important things. How is it over so quick?! How can I guide her when I’m not ready?!

Yet….. My heart swells with pride, this sweet, funny, talented, kind, young lady was growing into her promise as a human. Gracefully, inquisitively, loved. 

But my babe you will always be, in the eyes of the woman you will become. 

❤️

Forgiveness

verb (used with object), for·gave, for·giv·en, for·giv·ing. to grant pardon for or remission of (an offense, debt, etc.); absolve.to grant pardon to (a person).to cease to feel resentment against:to forgive one’s enemies.

What is it to forgive? How do we decide whom? why? why not? Is it absolute? with strings? Is it a clear slate? a weary acceptance? Forever? Time sensitive?

I have had a couple of personal situations recently that have put many things into question, about intent, perception, communication, trust and accountability of action/reaction. And forgiveness.

I was asked how I choose to forgive someone, while not forgiving another. I have been thinking about this for a while. I don’t think it is choosing to forgive one and not another, I think this is misunderstood. I think there are different kinds of forgiveness, and you can still forgive someone but not want them in your life, or at least occupying the space they once held. And really, who is forgiveness truly for?

I believe that to forgive, has to be a conscience decision. To let go of hurt, pain, sadness, anger and fear. I believe, that while we think that we do this for the perceived transgressor, we are actually doing for ourselves. Carrying these very heavy emotions for an extended period of time can be very dangerous for our social, mental and physical health. It can use an excessive amount of energy to hold on to these emotions, to plot a grudge. The body tenses, digestion decreases, emotions run high, focus can be off, eventually decreasing the immune system and allowing the body to be more susceptible to illness and disfunction. It may change how you interact with others, how you perceive yourself.

It is very personal, to forgive. It should not be cajoled, forced, or demanded. If the emotions surrounding the situation can not be let go of, or if the lesson can not be carried forward with out dredging up the past situation continuously, to me, it would be a hollow forgiveness. A lie. To forgive does not mean everything is a clear slate, or forgotten, but it should be a willingness to move forward without bringing so much baggage along.

Intent is everything. I am easy to forgive if it was a true mistake or misunderstanding. Most wounds happen because of mindless behaviour and action. Being thoughtless is one thing. We are shortsighted when it comes to filling wants and desires, that need can temporarily override looking at the greater good. But true remorse surfaces when it is seen that the action or the potential of the action can cause pain or destruction. I am weary of immediately forgiving attack type issues, or continual repetitive negative behaviours (those without the effort of trying to learn or change them). It is often with this type of thing I find closure on my own. If the intent is to cause pain or destruction, or knowing that what was done could seriously harm someone in any way, I know in my heart that no answer given by the other party would be satisfactory to explain.

The question I pose to myself is ‘what would I get out of confrontation?’ Admittedly I am not comfortable in confrontation situations. It is a necessary part of life, but my anxiety monsters make it a hellish ride that depending on the type of confrontation can leave me with anxiety related issues for days. I am learning, continually to not react, but to take my time and look at the situation, the perceived intent, the actual importance of what happened (snapping and saying something horrible vs intent to cause harm). If it’s small, of little importance, I really try to breath and let it go, as to not cause a bigger situation. If it is a misunderstanding, no ill intent was meant, but poor or thoughtless communication/action was the issue. If we are able to talk it out, both sides claiming accountability with out the blame game and the willingness to learn. Then there is forgiveness here, with lessons being learned. It gets more complicated if there is intent to harm.

I believe that most humans don’t truly set out to be cruel. Sometimes this behaviour is created for protection, repeating what has been done to them or as a way of expressing and wanting to share the pain they, themselves carry. It is from this place that I create forgiveness for the situation. If the person is not on a path of wanting to acknowledge, better or work on these broken pieces, I find it is best to find closure on my own. No good comes from a confrontation without an end. Not a winner, per say, but a mutual understanding. Sometimes, it is just time. I can see the big picture, release the feeling that it created in me and move on. Depending on the nature, this person may be cut out or moved to the outer edges of my circle. Never cruel, just quiet.

I now appreciate time in relation to confrontation. Due to some patterning of my own, to keep my monsters a little quiet I must be very thoughtful in my wording. Just the facts and how or what the fall out was. No name calling, no cruel threats or arguments. Sometimes I need the other to try to understand the hurt they caused. A discussion, hopefully, maybe the ability to find understanding and peace. This will not always happen. And that has to be ok too.

Part of my anxiety issues lead me to chronically, annoyingly apologize all the time, for everything. At this time I am rarely looking for forgiveness for what I am apologizing for, it’s more so for the underlying cause of the behaviour. However when I do believe I have made, or I get called out on a mistake and may have upset someone I am sincere in my sorries, sincere in wanting to do better. This is also where I look for forgiveness.

It may not always come from the other, but I have learned over the years it also has to come from self. This is equally, if not more important to ones well being. If the desire is to grow and better yourself and accept yourself for the fallible human you are then self forgiveness is vital. If in your heart, your intent was not malicious, you genuinely had no sight of the outer consequences or if you really want to work at undoing what is making you lash out, then you must forgive yourself to get there. Because even if you are graced with forgiveness from the ones that were hurt, your own baggage will be too heavy to allow you to move forward.

What is it to forgive? Eventual Divine Peace.

Love Letter to my Village

My Village
My Tribe
My Circle

What ever I call you, you know who you are. It’s not just Women that make up my circle. I am blessed with some incredible Men in my life as well. And ALL the kids😁

People who have loved and supported me through some bleak times,
wild moments,
things that can only be believed if you were there kinda things,
moments of laughter so hard I thought I’d die,
moments when I really thought I was going to die and they brought me back
Joy, calm, sadness, fear, anger, tears, boredom.
What a lucky Witch am I?
There are those in my circle doing well and plugging along. I love you
There are those in my circle tired and finding their way. I love you
There are those in my circle facing struggles and challenges. I love you

In me you have an ally, truth teller, and ferocious warrior. For all you have given me, I am steadfast in taking care of you.

So let’s all look out for each other
In mindfulness , compassion and love.

Pass this way

Breathless I wait…….
The vibrations of change are beginning. I can feel them. This is needed. The Tower, yet again begins to roil. 
For the last while I have been required to be present, clear, steady, a safe harbour. 
A shelter ( oh I do so well)
I feel deeply 
My loyalty steadfast
Can I see the end of your nightmare? Mine?
Rally love, you have it in you. Rally love, this is your place. Rally love, we’ve walked this way before. 
The Tower pitches and cracks. Can I hold steadfast harbour for you with one hand, and ride out the inner rollercoaster, holding on to myself with the other?
I can. I will. I’ve got it in me. This is my place. I’ve walked this way before. But this time a new path will be made. We shall not come to pass this way again.

why is expression so hard

I have always felt things intensely.
Joy, sorrow, love, pain, even the most mundane of emotions like boredom have a technicolor hue.
I know many people out there, us Empaths/Artists if you will, feel life as intensely as I do.
The gift/curse I have along with that is a love and decent talent for words.

Gift? Because it helps to get the intense feelings out of my head when I can explain them. Even the real good emotions, if not allowed to be expressed fill me up to the point of popping.
Gift? Because I know I have been able to entertain some as well. Sometimes even been blessed with being able to help others find their expression through my own.

Curse?
So easily I am misunderstood. Big, deep intense words get thrown around. Is she crazy? Depressed? She needs help if things are that dark, deep or off the rails. She should not express her feelings of admiration, love or connection so deeply to so many, there must be inappropriate things going on. She’s so angry. She’s too happy. She feels too much for too many.

I struggle. Between being the natural me that can express the orgasmic moment of eating a fresh cherry, how my heart fills at conversation, how kindness can touch my soul, cruelty rips at me.
And the me that feels the need to shrink, loose color so as to not make others uncomfortable, misunderstand or be able to make imaginary things out of what I say or write.

I have been shown both of these things. I have been told my expression as admirable, welcome, anticipated, appreciated.
I have had to face that these same words can be twisted, weaponized, used against me and others. Used to question intent because I express in big, deep colourful and powerful language.

I am me. I mean no harm. I find love and life to have many shades, I will not apologize for that.
I should not have to apologize for what’s in my head, for what I want/need to share. Yet today…….

Today I question. I question how and to whom I share. I question what is heard and interpreted. I feel myself watering down my expression of love for my Village, even though those feelings stay bold. Diluting the descriptions of my experience, I feel like I’m receding,
even though the quote that speaks to me is
‘I must write to empty my head or I shall surely go mad’ – Byron

My Words

When I give of my words and they are lost to silence
I have time to contemplate
The message that I send
The message left to take

Measured out carefully,
meaning, well conveyed
Are words truly a connection
Or just a game well played.

As words are misinterpreted
Silence can be too
Words can be balms or arrows
But empty pierces through

Pointed words lost to the void
Are in their proper place
But kindness lost to this vacuum
Leaves a wounded space

Why?

Today my thoughts are tossing around various comments and questions I have been asked about what and why I do what I do for others.

Why are you determined to see the best in people? Because I want people to see the best in me.

Why do you try to understand the ‘why’ behind people’s actions? Because I believe seldom are people cruel and mean for no reason. An animal in pain will react in kind. And I think understanding and compassion are a start to healing.

Why do you forgive? Because there have been times in my life that being forgiven for mistakes has made a difference for me. Forgiving lightens my load.
It does not mean forgetting, but if someone truly made a mistake and is trying to move on to something better, forgiveness can be a beautiful starting gift.

Aren’t you worried you get used? Sometimes, I am a fallible human after all. But truthfully for those that take until it seems I have nothing or those that feel entitled with no return, well it’s sad for them. My life is rich in those who love and appreciate me, and over the years it has been proven time and again.

Why do you encourage and support those that you do? I am genuinely inspired by the people I support and encourage. Every single one of them is overcoming their own challenges, bettering, deepening their knowledge of themselves and the world around them. I see into people sometimes, and the potential they have. I just want to see them get there

Am I perfect at this? No

Do I have an agenda? Yes, to learn, about me and how I relate to all of the world around me. How and where I fit and what I can do while I’m here. Helping others on their path also teaches me how to deal with my own monsters, wants and needs.

Do I help everyone? No. I’m more selective than I used to be. One of my lessons. I also try to not force it. And sometimes when I realize someone really does not want, appreciate or need it, I move on. No malice, usually, just a peaceful release.

My Dear Village- I truly appreciate you all, and I hope you appreciate each other. At the end love of self and love of each other is all we have.

Sonorant Thief

Thief!! Thief!! Give it back!!
Give back the peace 
Give back the clarity 
Give back the quiet 

No one invited you here
Your shrill drone, never ending 
Nothing important to say
Digging in, drowning out the rest

Thief!!! Thief!!! Give him back!!
Give back the humour
Give back the patience 
Give back the light

The gifts you’ve brought no one wants 
The rigid pain, lack of sleep 
No focus, giving room for past ghosts 
To wake, recall, aid in your merry terror

Thief!!! Thief!!! Give him back!!!
Leave him be
Leave us alone
No one wants your destruction here.


Finding Forward

Love each other, be kind, be open,
forgive the monsters you can,
battle those you can’t.
Support each other in love
See truth in another’s eyes
Be willing to let go the phantom chains
Step forward, for you- not me, not them,
what anyone else believes or thinks matters not. If you know your self, your heart and your truth- trust, trust someday it will be seen, loved and accepted. Trust that you are, will be and always have been enough