Being the Change

Twirling and Spinning by Terry Kole, Illustrator
Twirling and Spinning by Terry Kole, Illustrator

“Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.” Rumi

Years ago my daughter, Emily and I were travelling to visit my American Boyfriend (now known as my American Husband).  We were between trains, sitting in the Amtrak station in Chicago.  4 year old Emily was in the play area and had found two little girls her own age to play with.

The little girls played together for an hour or so and then our train was ready to board.  We gathered our gear and headed down the tracks to find our seats.   Once settled we enjoyed the scenery as we pulled out of the Chicago yard and into the city.  Emily was chatting away, telling me all about the girls she had met.  Alisha had said something funny and Candice had fallen backwards onto the ground because she laughed too hard.  That made all three of them laugh really loudly.

“Which one is Alisha?” I asked.

“She is the one with braids.  Candice had on the pink shirt.”

The little girl with the braids was of African American heritage.   4 year old Emily seemed completely oblivious to any differences in the color of her skin compared to Alisha’s so what Emily saw as the defining feature was that Alisha wore her hair in braids.   This pleased me so very much.

How perfectly beautiful are these children who come to us without any preprogramming?  The differences that society points to as being important are meaningless to these young souls who only label what they are taught to label. The tragedy is that these children are taught to lose that color blindness and are sometimes even taught to hate and judge, instead of loving unconditionally.

Our western society has come a long way since the times of segregation, race riots and open prejudice.  Yes, we are getting so much better.  Years of civil disobedience, public outcries and courageous leadership have created a society where there are rules in place to protect individuals so that they can be safe, speak their truths, find education and not be discriminated against based on their ethnicity, religion or gender.  Slowly but persistently the world is beginning to understand that there is only one race and that is the human race.  Western society is not 100% there, but we are well past that magic tipping point.  We are becoming the change we wished to see in this world.

But there is still one fight left to win, and it is an important one.

The Dalai Lama says that the world will be saved by the Western Women.  I believe this is true and as such we Western Women have a most important job.

Western Women must lead the way to universal marriage equality so that our children can live in a world where there are no more governments trying to legislate this prejudice. We must raise our children so that by the time they reach our age, nobody will ever have to hide in a closet, but will be able to casually mention whether they are LGBTQ or S as easily as they state whether they are left handed or right. Or if they don’t mention it, nobody will care because it just won’t matter.  In this new world our children will be accepted for who they are, inside and out.  If we teach our children well, the old stereotypes and prejudices will have to become obsolete.

Most importantly, if we do our job well, then our children will be able to freely and naturally express themselves in all of their relationships without fear of judgment or ridicule.  (And of course our children will never judge or ridicule others because we have taught them well).

So Western Women (and Men and anybody else who wants to be part of this solution) let us stand up and be counted.  Let our voices be heard so loudly that they will not be ignored.  Let our lights shine so brightly that every little corner of residual apathy and hatred is forever eradicated.   Let us vote, and speak up, and support one another.  Let us make sure that every single person has the same basic human rights: to live authentically, and love authentically without fear or judgment.

Like Victor Hugo said, there is nothing more powerful than an idea whose time has come.  Unless of course, it is an idea whose time has come and is being spearheaded by a group of strong, fabulous Western Women leading the charge.  We really are saving this world, and we are doing it with style.

When it comes right down to it we all just want our children to be happy.  And if your child, or your child, or yours or yours are not happy, then I will make it my job to fix that.

Care to join me?

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“It is easier to build strong children than to repair broken men.”  Frederick Douglass

Teach Your Children Well

“It is easier to build strong children than to repair broken men.”  Frederick Douglass

Years ago my daughter, Emily and I were travelling to visit my American Boyfriend (now known as my American Husband).  We were between trains, sitting in the Amtrak station in Chicago.  4 year old Emily was in the play area and had found two little girls her own age to play with. 

The little girls played together for an hour or so and then our train was ready to board.  We gathered our gear and headed down the tracks to find our seats.   Once settled we enjoyed the scenery as we pulled out of the Chicago yard and into the city.  Emily was chatting away, telling me all about the girls she had met.  Alisha had said something funny and Candice had fallen backwards onto the ground because she laughed too hard.  That made all three of them laugh really loudly. 

“Which one is Alisha?” I asked.

“She is the one with braids.  Candice had on the pink shirt.”

The little girl with the braids was of African American heritage.   4 year old Emily was completely oblivious to any differences in the color of her skin compared to Alisha’s so what Emily saw as the defining feature was that Alisha wore her hair in braids.   This pleased me so very much.

How perfectly beautiful are these children who come to us without any preprogramming?  The differences that society points to as being important are meaningless to these young souls who only label what they are taught to label. The tragedy is that these children are taught to lose that color blindness and are sometimes even taught to hate and judge, instead of loving unconditionally. 

Our society has come a long way since the times of segregation, race riots and open prejudice.  Yes, we are getting so much better.  Years of civil disobedience, public outcries and courageous leadership have created a world where there are rules in place to protect individuals so that they can be safe, speak their truths, find education and not be discriminated against based on their ethnicity, religion or gender.  Slowly but persistently the world is beginning to understand that there is only one race and that is the human race.  Western society is not 100% there, but we are well past that magic tipping point.  We are becoming the change we wished to see in this world.

But there is still one fight left to win, and it is an important one.

The Dalai Lama says that the world will be saved by the Western Women.  I believe this is true and as such we Western Women have a most important job.   

Western Women must lead the way to end the ban on marriage equality so that our children can live in a world where there are no more governments trying to legislate this prejudice. We must raise our children so that by the time they reach our age, nobody will ever have to hide in a closet, but will be able to casually mention whether they are LGBTQ or S as easily as they state whether they are left handed or right. Or if they don’t mention it, nobody will care because it just won’t matter.  In this new world our children will be accepted for who they are, inside and out.  If we teach our children well, the old stereotypes and prejudices will have to become obsolete. 

Most importantly, if we Western Women do our job well, then our children will be able to freely and naturally express themselves in all of their relationships without fear of judgment or ridicule.  (And of course our children will never judge or ridicule others because we have taught them well).   

So Western Women (and Men and anybody else who wants to be part of this solution) let us stand up and be counted.  Let our voices be heard so loudly that they will not be ignored.  Let our lights shine so brightly that every little corner of residual apathy and hatred is forever eradicated.   Let us vote, and speak up, and support one another.  Let us make sure that every single person has the same basic human rights: to live authentically, and love authentically without fear or judgment. 

Like Victor Huge said, there is nothing more powerful than an idea whose time has come.  Unless of course, it is an idea whose time has come and is being spearheaded by a group of strong, fabulous Western Women leading the charge.  We really are saving this world, and we are doing it with style. 

When it comes right down to it we all just want our children to be happy.  And if your child, or your child, or yours or yours are not happy, then I will make it my job to fix that. 

Care to join me? 

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An Ode to the Western Women

Beautiful painting by artbylindy.com
Beautiful painting by artbylindy.com

“The world will be saved by the western women.”  The Dalai Lama

People of a certain age might remember a commercial from the 1980’s for some sort of perfume.  This sexy woman comes strutting into view, singing sassily, “I can bring home the bacon, fry it up in the pan, and never never let you forget your a man, cause I’m a woman.”  If you want to refresh your memory go have a look-see here.

As an impressionable teenager I watched this, and things like this, with excitement and enthusiasm.  Yes!  I can have it all.  I can have a fulfilling career, a marriage, a family, and, happy days are here again, bacon!  And it was with this attitude that I, and so many like me forged ahead to create this utopian world for ourselves.

Fast forward 15 years.  I can bring home the bacon, but really, you expect me to cook it too?  And when that is all done, dishes dried and put away, then I get to bathe the baby, read stories, sing songs, try to fit a full day’s worth of parental loving into a few short hours, tuck her in bed, along with a healthy dose of motherly guilt, then throw in some laundry, set up coffee and lunches for the morning, pay the bills, and with my five free minutes before I collapse into bed I get to never, never let you forget your a man?  Oh lucky me.

The problem with being able to have it all, is that we ended up having it all.  My  cup literally was running over. My balls were in the air and I was juggling as fast as I could, keeping everything going, being the best superwoman I could be.  But baby, it was giving me a supersized case of the shivering fits.

Women of my generation (give or take a few decades) faced that double edged sword.  We juggled and danced and whistled and then we fell down.  The lessons came in so many ways, but the results were universal.  We needed to stop life as human “doings” and get back to life as human “beings”.  We were broken open in so many ways.  Our wake up calls came in the forms of divorce, losing jobs, sickness, loss, death.  There were tough times, impossibly tough, but we have finally been delivered to this moment in history and we are ready for what comes next.

In my spiritually inspired journey over the past couple of years I have travelled many places, attended many seminars and lectures, taken classes and workshops, all in the attempt to understand this existence.  In my travels I have noticed something interesting.  The demographic at all of these events is predominantly women.  We range in age from 20 to 102, but the vast majority of us are in those tender middle years, floating in our 40s, 50s and 60s.  We have softer skin around our jawlines, our curves are not as perky as they once were but we have grace and beauty in our souls that shines brightly.  And we find each other.

It’s like an old movie where the man and woman look across the crowded dance floor.  Their eyes meet and there is this zing of recognition.  But for us it happens with like minded souls.  We come to the workshops, we look around a sea of strangers and our eyes meet.  Wham-o!  I know you!   We introduce ourselves and start to talk as if we entered in the middle of a sentence.  We know each other instantly.  Our stories spill out and we hug and hold hands and laugh and feel like we’ve finally found our long lost sister.

First there was Katie from Australia, who had been healed of liver cancer at a Dr. Brian Weiss seminar.  She is intuitive and shares her truth in such a matter of fact way it inspires me to do the same (no matter how crazy I may seem).  Then there is Diane from Oregon.  She taught me about loving Jesus despite Christianity and let me practice doing a regression on her over Skype.  Joan, my beloved Reiki Master who has taught me so very much in such a short time.  She writes me poetry to support my journey and reaches out in love when I don’t even know I need her to.  And I always need her to.   There is also another Kate.  She and I attended the same past life workshop but didn’t meet until the not so random workings of the interweb brought us to each other and we discovered a kinship and commonality that continues to surprise me.  That same random internet brought others, people who have read my experiences and have felt inspired to reach out to me.  Their reaching out has allowed us to connect and build a network of likeminded people that literally spans the globe (and I’m not even exaggerating here).

And in this interweaving of relationships we have created a tapestry of love and compassion.  We are indeed greater than the sum of our parts.  Together we learn, inspire, teach and grow.  We gain strength through adversity, we laugh and bless each other, we journey and grow to greater understanding because of each other.

And we will save the world.  Of this I have no doubt.