I Would Die For My Words, But I’ll Stand With My Superpower

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“Why are you speaking out so much? You’re going to get hurt”.

Going to get hurt? I’ve been hurt my whole life, what don’t I already know about hurt?  I’ve been hurt deeply enough to have died.  Literally.  (Life skillz pro tip: I highly recommend dying near a handy defibrillator; CPR hurts like a bitch – for days).

As a matter of record, this year has been one of the most painfully tumultuous for me and yet, I’m still here and I’m still talkin’ – unflinchingly.

I wish to continue asking people to step out of what they’ve learned is ‘success’ and question if it truly makes their heart sing, keeps them at peace and benefits anyone/anything else outside of constant, immediate personal gratification.

Well known, feminist activist, Gloria Steinem said, women become more activist conscious and engaged as they grow older because they lose power. I agree with her, re: our current paradigm.  We are prized for our beauty, our ‘niceness’; especially our willingness to ‘pleasantly get along’ regardless of any inequity levels in front of us.

She also said, men gain power as they age; that many tend to become more conservative – because they become more fearful about losing that advantageous power and so will use whatever manner to constrict others to protect that cushion.

I believe her words. I’ve lived them, but I refuse to accept them for me and my son.

This year especially highlighted my weaknesses, particularly from a genetic disease that doesn’t allow me to march or dance in all the ways I love, and from profound losses that reshaped my life, but I found ways to help change old paradigms anyway.

I’ve been gifted words and words are a superpower.

My words burst or seep in all kinds of form. I’ll write statement after statement about injustices that ignite my passion or calls to fierceness.  I often confess my words can be a stream of the most colorful profanity, that I could be speaking 6 other languages I don’t even know. Sometimes my words just want to be heard in the softest tones of poetry.  Sometimes my words are filled with laughter, and sometimes my words can embarrass the hell out of me.

What my words mostly are though, are a life source; a critical part of my purpose.  It’s been said so since I first spoke (a string of 3 expletives). My family gleefully and variously confirmed it with all sort of eye-roll inducing teases.

So, in answer to my concerned friend that I may get hurt by my expanding work to speak up against injustice – yes, I may, but since when is stretching not painful? On a personal level,  I’ve turned that around. I now refuse to spend any unnecessary time with anyone over 30 who refuses to relate in a straightforward grown-ass manner. I can confirm, time is precious. As Betty White said, “Vagina up, man”. She explained, why say,  ‘grow a pair’, when testicles are really quite fragile? We’re talking about actual birth canals; talk about taking a beating”! Man, I love that woman! Anyway, maybe this’ll net me fewer conversations, but saving time and connecting with people in a more real way for purposes greater than myself seems in fact, to be the point of my life.

I know that’s not entirely the pain my friend is concerned with, but – I can speak with some fair firsthand authority now, to assure that the most painful hurt, is not harsh words or bruises, broken bones, CPR or even dying. Outside of losing loved ones, what hurts most, is indifference.

So, I’ll continue to ask, which of our success representations are truly so valuable that we couldn’t live without them?  We don’t have to die to learn most of what we fear losing is really, not so much after all, but many do die because we refuse to look at the question.

We do everything we can for the safety and comfort of our loved ones, but will we extend that to include those who have suffered on any level for that comfort? If you don’t know who that is, please, please seek to learn; we need to look beyond our own small space in this great big world. Indifference is the poison that is instantly diluted by even the simplest act of compassion.  Just do it. I know you want to.

RL

Friday Funnies, ‘Cause Otherwise – Christmas Shopping

I love December, the sense of expectation; the ending of another 365 days of history, for better or worse, and as always, the promise of a fresh start.

I love the visiting with people I rarely get to see because we’re all swimming madly to meet every -must do to keep living- lists, which mostly are about keeping groceries in stock. Yep, eating… that never gets old. Plus, you tend to rethink invitations when you remember that -company’s coming over- cleaning. Ugh. That got old for me by around 10:00am on January 1st.

I used to love shopping for those -just perfect for whomever- gifts. Somewhere around 2008, I lost the drive. Now, if I can’t find it and online, I employ my newest motto, “perfection is the enemy of good enough”.

Thus, I’m at that place in the month where I become the Al Bundy of the malls. I gladly stay home, sit on the couch in some grey polyester pants and stare mindlessly at a screen. Could even be only a window screen desperately in need of a serious vacuuming. Whatever. It keeps me safe from lineups and carts slamming into my Achilles tendons.

So, here we go, heading for the  path of least resistance, Memeville Mall, which I happened to discover while staring at a screen….

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Anyone who even just looked at a dog once, knows this is gospel.

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Took me a minute.  You?

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Mwahahahahahaaaaa… Whose ready to be yarn?

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For my peeps. You know who you are.

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…(or bumps your Achilles tendon with a cart)

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I got nothin’. Well, maybe a dozen of these. Sigh.

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It whispered back, at 10 kbph, time for tequila.

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Emergency services, a single’s best friend. Am I right?

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Just please make room for Jack this time…

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The quintessential Canadian Christmas scene.

And that, my friends, is all I’ve got for this week.  Some of you are quite glad that’s over, and I understand. See you next week!

RL

A Strange Cawcophany

The window rattled
Harbinger delivery
Deep eyes command, “heed”

Friends caw with concern
Wariness is in order
Step back from the sill

Strange portents unveiled
Holding unforeseen remorse
Seeks to change the past

RL

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/anticipation/
Photo contribution via Facebook, T Mungo

Less is More, For a Third

There are the times when the truism, ‘less is more’, is the ultimate results building block.

I enjoyed this simplification of processing to action when it came on my media feeds: the disbelief, the hurt, the despair, then the full-on kick ass course correction.

My process my entire life

My process my entire life

Only two courses of action have created the worst of every social situation – those who have pursued them and the others who turned their face away from it.

We need to push ourselves through fear, uneasiness, and comfort and get in front of people who have less. We are the third option. Yes, it is that simple.

RL

 

Friday Funnies, ‘Cause Who Can’t Use a Laugh?

It’s Halloween, pretty much.  Day to day aside, who can seriously take every minute seriously, especially at this time of the year?  Isn’t there some kind of actual law that forbids it anyway?

OK then, I’m off the hook, freed as it were, to fun again if I want to.

Let’s kick off a little frivolity with my own favorite sidekick, that bat guy… They don’t call me Robyn for nothin’.

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I personally think, Batman should have been more specific. The Robin is only trying to help.

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I worked with this guy. Total wannabe.

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Damn you, Match.com!

Damn you, Match.com!

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Yeaah… Robin knew to take an earlier elevator to arrive at the same time as the ‘fliers’. Just sayin’

Yeah, me and Batman. Bloody, like.

Yeah, me and Batman. Bloody, like.

Then the rest of the world enjoys some fun in a different skin too, so to speak…

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It’s a good sign when nature takes part in our rituals.

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Anyone else ever hear of an octopus dressing up as a turkey?

Yeaaaaahhh... not so sure I want nature to go quite this far to participate in our rituals...

Yeaaaaahhh… not so sure I want nature to go quite this far to participate in our rituals… This might be a good place to draw the line.

OK, not a costume;, this is just what we all put on the day after Halloween.

OK, not a costume; this is just what we all put on the day after Halloween –  y’all know it’s true.

I hope everyone has a chance to have a hell of a laugh or two during the fun and games of October 31st.

Trick or treat!

RL