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October 5, 2011

The Business of Bullying

Bullying and hateful words are a hot topic with me today... nothing happened, no one here at home was attacked with nasty words this week or even this month... but it has happened, it's nothing we haven't seen or heard unfortunately. It's just, again this morning, I caught a blip about it and it just lit my little fire.... I updated my status on FB and set off to the shower so I could get out of the house and get myself to town.... but I need to finish the more than blurb that has been brewing in my head....

One of my friends said  "It is NOT ok however I think we need to be teaching our kids to be of strong character and to have a healthy sense of self worth so they aren't targets or bullies"    With exception to the however part... I agree...

Children, teenagers and adults should be empowered with a strong character and self worth they should also be taught respect for each other, and when name calling or pushing around and singling out, occurs, the child(ren) who has been taught right from wrong should be able to stand against it without fear of punishment or repercussion... or worse... being bullied themselves, no however. Treat people how YOU want to be treated... how about this... how you want your child, your niece or nephew to be treated.

If you are among the small percentage of people in this world who have not been bullied or had someone you love bullied, then maybe you can't understand the passion behind why I feel so strongly about this. Perhaps you should open a newspaper or type "bullying statistics" into your favorite search engine... the results are heart breaking, and those are only the reported statistics. Or perhaps you have been bullied so much and you just don't want to admit it... because being bullied can be a very shameful event... this is another reason why we really need to pay attention to the things we say and how we say them.

Kids and adults everyday are calling each other things... :

  • hey fat boy 
  • you look like a girl! 
  • faggot 
  • freak!
  • giraffe! pig! 
  • was that a girl??? nah man... that's a guy... I think.....
  • stupid, idiot, dumbass (etc...)
  • you're so gay! (that was gay) etc
  • whore! hooker!         
  • bitch (do you know that the c word yes THAT c word is used so commonly today that my 11 year old has asked me what it was!!?? perhaps I am a prude... but I'm really not)
And sometimes it becomes physical and there are slaps on the back of the head, or what I've heard called "Happy Slaps" ???! Whatever that's supposed to be.... kicking, punching, pushing, slapping... violence is violence and unacceptable regardless of the "I was just foolin' around" excuse that the perpetrator wants to excuse his/her behavior off to.   I could rant and rave for pages about cyber-bullying and phone bullying, homophobic & text message bullying... we've seen the movies, read the papers, seen the NEWS REPORTS.... kids are committing suicide here and it's not just gay kids folks, it's YOUR kids. 

Calling someone gay or saying that whatever they're involved in is gay, calling that kid on the bus a freak because he is singing to himself??..maybe you'd prefer he throw up on you? cause that might happen if he stops singing... saying that the little boy runs like a girl or that little girl is a tub o'lard... those words have lingering affects. Educate yourself, educate your CHILDREN, these same children who will be taking care of you when you are old and crippled and weak and can't take care of yourself... do you want that same child saying to you.... "Hurry your wrinkled ass you lazy worthless fart!" And maybe they are laughing when they say it... but, maybe you aren't.

OK, perhaps I'm done for a bit... thing is education starts at home... empowerment and self esteem are built from within and start at home, and if the at home isn't there, it starts with friends who support and sustain.  Everyone has something positive to offer, and if the only thing you can see is negativity... go with that age old adage...'If you have nothing nice to say... say nothing'

September 21, 2011

Anxiety

David Duchovny said: "Anxiety is part of creativity, the need to get something out, the need to be rid of something or to get in touch with something within."

....I say... Anxiety smells like my kids dirty gym socks and I'm damn tired of the stench already.

I have the trip that I am scheduled for in one month... this summer I have/had/wassssss preparing for it... am still... and yet.... am not.

August 31, 2011

Busy Month of August Fullness

The month began with family at the falls, Niagra, NY...

A family reunited is never a party to miss!



Death Cab for Cutie brought us home

the Boy runs a tiller like a pro!


Adding Sacred space...


Taking journey's and adventures....

Southern Women's reading material at the SuperCuts...? 

Finding ... and relocating veggie foes

Pears... Pears and more Pears


Makes for pear sauce and spiced pears this winter! YUM


Summer time lovelies fading into the school year....


She is large... and commanding... and newly relocated from the 
garden to the forest where I will continue to honor her lessons.
Now, here is a small sample of August... there were marshmallows, cookies, and newly tried healthy recipes to be certain... And all went over with a triumphant call! The SouLodge is wrapping up in a week or so and I feel I will continue to gather much needed knowledge and wisdom from the ladies which I am encountering and listening to in the circle. They are brave and soul-filled, honest and courageous in their sharings.  Our fall / winter garden is taking off beautifully and I hope that I have asked for the balance, nourishment and wisdom to see a lush harvest!

Blessings for a full and bountiful September All~

August 9, 2011

How many times have you heard this one?


back to basics she says...

It has been a while since I've practiced what I've preached... or perhaps it's been a while since I've preached at all so to say... at least talking in the solitary sense. It has taken nearly a year of intermittent bites and furrowed browed crankiness to admit that I've gone off and done it again.... that damn codependent self-addiction thing.  And leave it to the task mistress herself to take the reigns and smack me upside my head... and my arm (both), feet, legs... even my ass a couple of times. Yes, the physical bite has finally awakened the part of me that said "DAMN IT!!! You've done it again and now, you've gone off and got yerself a lesson to re-learn..."

So, out came one of my favorite books and as I re-read the passage on Spider and it resonated within me that yes, this is why I keep finding myself clawing at a new bite night after night... walking through web morning after morning, finding new friends in my space that was  **just** dusted, wondering how I ended up with webs in my hair when I hadn't even gone outside??!!, and last night... I walked through the web on the way to the barn, the baby spider bit my wrist.... I removed her, her floating web floated on to attack a nearby tree.... and it occurred to me.... hmmm. OK, I'm ready to know now.

The end of the passage asks some questions and I was able to honestly answer in a way that left me knowing that spider has been here trying to remind me to focus, not scatter my thoughts in all the directions, to use my creative opportunities without fear, and use the strength around me with those opportunities to weave my own dreams and imaginings into realities....perhaps now that I am recognizing this, we can work in harmony together....spider and I.

I am sitting here, in a place where I will continue learning to be fearless with a group of courageous, wild women, and together, we will nourish our evolving souls for the next five weeks.  I will re-fill the drought that I create when don't stick to a schedule that includes "me" time.  I will try again to be the good student that this lovely Spider is painfully insistent upon reminding me I can be.

Learning to remember balance....



August 4, 2011

Wants

I want to co-exist peacefully
this means with my neighbors, all of them... winged, four legged and two,
the ones who bite and leave visible red whelps that itch and irritate, the ones who bark loudly and will try to sneak a taste of your ankle if the opportune moment strikes
and the ones who call with one pretense and knock you off your chair with irrational chatter by conversations end...