I’m sitting here thinking about the phrase ” Everything happens for a reason” and I can’t help but feel that, sometimes, that’s simply not true. There’s so many senseless tragedies that have happened and that are happening. Sometimes things happen because people are horrible to each other. Sometimes things happen because someone has hidden a mental illness for so long that one day they just snap and grab a gun.
I know that it is a phrase that’s meant to give people peace in the face of trials and tribulations. I’m a firm believer that we are the masters of our own fate. That sometimes things happen because that’s life. It’s not always fair or just. Does that make me want to cry in the corner ? Sometimes. Mostly it makes me burn with the desire to be an ambassador for people who are less fortunate than me. To be kind and compassionate to each and every person I meet. You never know who is fighting a battle that you know nothing about.
I’m letting go of the need to know
I’m setting myself free from the need to control
I am a goddess
I am centered in love and compassion
I break free from the chains of fear and doubt
I step up onto the ledge of all that holds my mind captive
I plunge into the abyss of trust
It’s 5:30 am. The alarm clock goes off. She rolls over and blindly swats at it. Rolling out of bed, she reaches for her housecoat. She stumbles over a wooden block on the way to the bathroom where she pees and rinses the night out of her mouth. As she reaches up to brush her hair back from her face, she catches sight of herself in the mirror. She reaches up and traces her finger against the lines starting to fan out from her eyes and at the corners of her mouth. Even though she resents them showing up earlier than expected, she knows that they chronicle the events of her life. Her laughter, her tears, her griefs and her many joys. She notices her body is not the tight, firm body of her youth. In it’s place is a body that has sheltered life in its womb. The proof is there in the softness of her belly and in the slight sag of her breasts. Just as she’s about to hang her head in despair and self loathing, she hears at the door a tiny giggle and a soft voice. Light illuminates her face as she breaks into a smile. She throws open the door and walks out to great her day. She is a mother.
I have always wondered why we, as women and as mothers, feel the need to judge each other. We all come with different stories to tell. We all come with different sets of beliefs and values.We are all different. Yet we are working towards the same goal. To raise our children up to be strong yet gentle in this world that is rocked by violence everyday. I’m so tired of the fighting in this world. Most of all I’m tired of the fighting that takes place among mothers. We are so quick to judge someone because her house isn’t clean or she feeds her kids hotdogs. Who the hell cares? It’s so petty in the face of everything else we have to worry about. At the end of the day all that matters is that the children are happy and healthy. If we want to raise our children to be compassionate and loving it needs to start with us. We all have bad days. We all break down. We need to leave the judgement and ridicule where it belongs. In the trash. Lets raise each other up. Lets encourage each other. Let us speak so highly of each other that at night, when the little voice inside starts to whisper discouragement and doubt, we know better than to believe it.
My aim here is to motivate and to uplift. I know it’s not going to be easy and I’ll be the first to admit that sometimes I have a hard time forming my thoughts into words but it’s a start. A push in the right direction. For me, that’s enough.
Sorry I haven’t posted in a while. I’m really having a hard time finding my niche. I think too hard about it which is my problem. I know I want to inspire people or at least be an ear or a shoulder to lean on but I’m never sure how to start or where to start. I also don’t want people to think that I’m being self righteous or that I think that I know everything. I assure you that is not the case. I’m here to learn as well. Anyways I just wanted to let everyone know that I am still here. I’ll write something wonderful shortly. Much love xo
As I sat outside today watching my grandfather and my son plant tomatoes, all I could think about was renewal. Every spring my grandfather tills the garden, adds manure, mixes it all together and plants seeds. Every summer he watches the seeds sprout and grow into juicy, delicious red orbs. Then every fall without fail the weather wrecks havoc on that tiny piece of earth. The plants freeze and start to droop. Then the snow comes and makes it so it is like it never existed in the first place.
I feel like I am that little piece of earth. As I get ready to say goodbye to my family and friends and start the journey to Quebec, I feel how that little patch of earth must feel after a long winter. Shaking off the bitter cold of the past. Feeling that glorious sun on my skin once again as little seeds of hope and joy start to sprout and awaken to all the endless possibilities in front of me. Am I afraid ? Of course I am. I’ve never been so far from my family before and I’m moving to a place that speaks a language I don’t understand. Am I going to let that stop me ? Absolutely not. I go on in spite of my fear and ignorance. I forge ahead because to stay stagnant is not an option to me. Here is to the start of a new adventure in this crazy, wonderful life.
This is for the girls. The ones who struggle. The ones who don’t fit in. The ones with shattered hearts and broken spirits. This is for the girls who wake up every morning and feel like they are slowly sinking into an abyss of obscurity. I have also been in that place. You feel like you are stuck, sinking. There is so much darkness that you can not see your way out. I don’t know what you’re struggling with. It could be your weight. It could be the end of a relationship. It could very well be just life itself. Maybe you’re getting picked on at school. I know people can be cruel. I know that words hurt you more than anything else ever could. They stay with you and you replay them over and over again in your head late at night when everyone else is sleeping. I wish I could take your pain. I wish you could just lay your head on my shoulder and feel the peace that I feel. I hope you know that you are more than those painful words flung at you. You are more than that guy who broke your heart and could not see the blazing glory that is you. You are more than the parts of your body that you don’t love. You are a woman. Beautiful, strong, broken. Made up of all your past experiences, heartaches, tribulations. I hope you know how worthy you are of love and redemption. I hope the darkness fades day by day and the light starts to seep into your soul. Have compassion for yourself. There is beauty in carrying on the best that you can. Just one more day. Eventually those days will add up and you’ll look back and realize that you have made it so far. You’ll smile to yourself and know that you are oh so strong and glorious.
I know that sometimes words are just words and they are easier said then done. You might shake your head and say she doesn’t understand. Maybe I don’t. I still hope that my words resonate through your soul and with a gentle touch, clear away some of that darkness and plant a seed of hope. They say joy comes in the morning. I think joy can come in the dark. When you least expect it. In a way you never imagined.