To the most amazing creatures on the planet, I wish you all a very Happy International Women’s Day!
To all the family members, friends, teachers, mentors, motivators, business partners, strangers and angels who have walked beside me and blessed me with their presence, I thank you.
I honour you. I celebrate you.
Happy Women’s Day!
“Don’t waste time waiting for the cosmic tumblers to click into place. You are not a passive anticipant of the good life; you are a dynamic, active participant!”
-Michael Bernard Beckwith
And am I ever Thankful!
Tonight I was greeted by Familiarity and welcomed by Grace. Embraced by Light and carried into Kismet. I walked into a prayer hall and walked out with Spirit guiding and Blessing. Tonight, the answers came. God works through people.
Write. Sing. Dance. Take Pictures. Act. Make. Dream. Discover. Explore. Love. Laugh. Have Faith. Teach.
There is a process much larger than all of us that hears us when we most need to be heard and loves us when we forget to love ourselves.
Tonight, I was reacquainted with Kismet and had a conversation with Serendipity.
It speaks volumes about a nation when women are afraid to come forward for fear of retribution.
It speaks volumes when people in positions of authority behave inappropriately. They know no one will come forward because they are “protected” by that silent wall of closed-eye/closed-mind complicity– the statement “s/he will never change.”
If never called to account, how could that person possibly change? Repeating the same behaviour will always yield the same results. Whether observer or aggressor.
It speaks volumes that such behaviour is tolerated because we don’t want to face the consequences of passive – aggressive – retaliation – bullying manifested in homes and workplaces all over this nation.
It speaks volumes when women have that heart-wrenching debate about whether or not to come forward because they know irrespective of what happened, they will be questioned as to demeanour and appearance. Moreover, to be hunted and “trolled” online for reporting abusive behaviour is atrocious and cowardly at its very core; the trolls and commentators hide behind yet another silent wall– one that George Strombolopolous aptly called “a silent wall of aggression.”
I am sickened by trolls and social media pariahs who think they have the right to attack just because they are fans. A celebrity does not necessarily a moral person make. To call someone a hero because he/she has won a few awards and is invited to all the best parties and restaurants is insulting to the real heroes/heroines who everyday risk their lives.
It sickens me that society has reached such a point of dissolution of absolute intellect, that we prosecute in the court of public opinion, the victims and accusers and make celebrities out of the accused. (Case in point: OJ Simpson)
It sickens me that trolls are getting away with social bullying and harassment because Canadian law can’t seem to keep up with social media.
I am sickened by the number of women, married to members of law enforcement, surviving through the worst abuse imaginable, who feel the only freedom they will have is when their partners actually kill them. And many do.
It speaks volumes that sexually confident women are shamed when they are the victims of violence. Yet when men are sexually confident, their behaviours, ethical or not, are lauded.
It speaks volumes when men will shoot an unarmed young girl in the head because she speaks of every child having the right to education in even the worst of circumstances.
It speaks volumes when women and girls are kidnapped and sold into slavery and forced into inconvenient marriages. Let’s call this what it is: unjustified endorsed rape.
I’m sickened that people living rough on the streets are the targets for violent commentary and behaviours. Instead of hurling insults when people are genuinely seeking food, remember this: people don’t go hungry because they are homeless – they go hungry because we let them.
I am sickened that it took hundreds of people being killed by stalkers for law enforcement to actually see stalking as the psychological and physical torment that it is.
It sickens me that a woman was blinded because her husband did not want her to be educated. It sickens me that he was not held to account for his actions until the international outcry was so loud that his government “simply had to do something.”
It sickens me that women are gang raped just because they are in the wrong place at the right time. I hate that rape is a weapon of war. It sickens me that young women in India are raped because they do not have access to indoor toilets.
It sickens me that people who think educating women is sinful are heavily armed and in positions of shocking and threatening power.
I am sickened by women who tell their sons and grandsons it’s okay to treat other women like nonentities. I am sickened by sex-selective abortions, female infanticide, female genital mutilation and the killings and disappearance of millions of women all over the world. I am sickened by “son preference.” I am sickened that we’ve been having this conversation for decades and decades and decades and the progress we have to show for it is maintaining the status quo??
It sickens me that teenagers are taking their own lives because of hostile and heinous bullying via social media. it sickens me that the “silent wall of aggression” has become so powerful that we easily let people hide behind it. I miss the days of accountability.
Conversely, it sickens me that what goes on consensually in the privacy of bedrooms becomes fodder for international news outlets. It is none of our business what people do in their bedrooms unless people are being physically hurt, threatened or abused.
I am sickened that we have to have a debate about who should be allowed to visit loved ones in a hospital because s/he doesn’t fit the “traditional heterosexual” marriage/family paradigm.
It sickens me that battered wife syndrome, even though proven in courts of law, is still only defended at face value.
It sickens me that we live in a culture of fear which precludes change and enables collusion.
It sickens me that media organisations stop at nothing to find “as much dirt,” as possible about both accused and accuser. What the HELL happened to journalistic integrity? What makes national news these days is disparagingly distressing. Quite frankly I don’t care about Justin Bieber’s new hairstyle or where Miley Cyrus has put her tongue.
What I care about are people dying because they have the audacity to disagree with their governments. What I care about is victims having to think twice about naming their accusers because we make them relive their abuse over and over and over again. And we do it all at lightning speed thanks to Twitter.
It sickens me that it has taken a scandal involving a public figure such as Jian Ghomeshi to break open the conversation surrounding sexual violence and harassment both in public and private.
It should not have taken this long for the conversation to become this significant. Violence against anyone is violence against all of us. Complicity surrounding inappropriate behaviour is enabling behaviour. The conversation needs to shift towards non-complicity. Indeed, towards respect and consideration overall.
We are in the midst of an incredibly rapid de-evolution of respect and decency. This has to change, especially when the message has consistently been “you will not be believed because you are woman.”
Women have so much power in North America that if all of us stopped working for even four days, stopped driving and paying outrageous amounts for petrol, stopped grocery shopping, it would cripple the economy. Think about that the next time your employer says to you “be more malleable.”
My name is Woman. Hear me Roar.
Thank you for a beautiful life. Thank you for your wisdom which has fed me, intrigued me, challenged me, graced me. You are a “Phenomenal Woman!”
Thank you for teaching us how to be phenomenal souls.
I will carry your wisdom, your words, your truths and spirit in me everyday.
We are blessed to have such teachers walk among us. Thank you for being mine!
May you shine on, Dr. Maya, shine on in God’s Great Light!
Rest in Peace Ms. Maya.
I know I have posted this before, but in light of the New Year I thought it fitting. May your 2014 be blessed with abundance and love and laughter.
Tonight I say a prayer of gratitude for all of you who read this. And for all the blessings that keep me warm, loved, happy, laughing, safe and protected. May all those who are wanting be blessed as well.
Happy New Year to all of you!