Just when you think the world couldn’t be more chaotic, hurricanes and wildfires are brought to the scene. Add this to an already unstable and divided political stage, whose leaders are dabbling with ideas like nuclear war, and suddenly everything you know begins to feel a bit out of control– the sky is full of smoke and there’s a whiff of apocalypse in the air.
Granted, it might feel this way for me as I have an aunt and cousin in Houston, my dad (stepmom, friends and sister-in-law) lives in Florida and my husband and I live in wildfire country (currently on a Level 1 evac with a house on the market). Does the rest of the world feel this way right now? Having lived in a community that has experienced significant fires, you see people become addicted to fear like it’s catastrophe porn. The news makes us long for an apocalypse and our churches guarantee one.
At the same time, human beings have never been perfect and our existence has always been unstable. The great Roman empire fell. The rise of Germany. The Russian nuclear scare of the 80’s. The great San Francisco earthquake, tsunamis… Life happens. Is it our social media age that allows us to see more of it on a daily basis? I don’t know. What I do know is that the way everything feels around me right now, the number of times we are clubbed in the head with a new disaster, it feels too big– the numbers too great, to ignore. It personally has me begging the question, what are we learning from this?
What is humanity learning from this? Let that marinate….
In numerology, the year 2017 equates to a one. One is the symbol of new beginnings. This can be a very exciting time to start new things but it also means that whatever we create in this year stays with us for the next nine years- nine, being the number of completion. With so many factors happening as of late, I can’t help but wonder if we’re looking at everything myopically and not seeing the bigger picture.
Mother Earth has been spinning since the dawn of time. SHE has seen some things. Her own creation, dinosaurs, the building of the pyramids… She has some stories to tell. She’s been around. The same goes for the oceans that receded to showcase spectacular mountains and gorges, or trees with their deep roots that plunge into the ground, hundreds of years old, THEY’VE seen some things. Us? We pathetic little humans see the span of 80+ years (if we’re lucky).
I remember reading ‘Crazy Horse,’ a book about the war leader’s legacy as an Oglala Lakota in the 19th century. In the book I learned that the Lakota’s calendar was based on 13 moons throughout the year. The names of these ‘months’ reflected what was going on during that time of year. Names like, “The Moon of Green Grass,” “The Moon When Turnips are in Blossom,” “The Moon When Chokecherries are Black,” or “The Moon When Deers Shed Their Antlers.” I was fascinated and in awe of their connection to the land. They respected it, cherished it and took part in it. Personally, I believe they got it soooo right.
I find myself again asking for earthly wisdom. What are we supposed to learn here?
Who are we to nature? What do we think and feel about it? Is it something to be owned or purchased? Do we rule over it? Do we respect it? Or are we beginning to question our part in it all? Are we spending hours fighting various policy without any real connection to the earth? When do we become guests here? Shouldn’t the earth have seniority? Shouldn’t there be some humility? Shouldn’t we ask for its’ wisdom? It seems awfully ungracious and ignorant to not look at the bigger picture. And yet in our 80+ years, we’re the rulers and decision makers. At this point, shouldn’t we at least pay our respects to the wisdom of the hundred year old sea turtles? Why are the ‘ants’ of the world the ones to rule?
And its not just about the natural world, it’s about humanity. Our political climate is a battlefield full of righteousness and vitriol. Again, the question smacks me in the face… What are we learning here?
Hours upon hours spent on Facebook and Twitter, ‘fighting the fight’ and ‘setting the record straight,’ in my experience, has not changed a single opinion. It has done nothing to progress anyone’s agenda but create more division, and made us feel even more helpless and angry, righteous and indignant. How can that be a good thing?
Even more than the great chasm between us, this time has instilled in us hateful reactionary triggers set to go off on a moment’s notice– whether it’s politics or which ice cream to get, we feel we are under attack all of the time– offended, disrespected and you’re going to know about it.
“NO, I’M RIGHT AND I HOPE YOU DIE CHOKING ON YOUR BLUE BUNNY, YOU MOTHERFUCKING ASSHOLE!!! GEEZ… CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT GUY? EVEN HAAGEN-DAAZ WOULD BE BETTER… FUCKER… HE’LL PROBABLY PUT CHOCOLATE SHELL ON IT… DO YOU KNOW WHAT CHOCOLATE SHELL IS MADE OF? …WHAT A DICK… “
HE’S what’s wrong with the world. Thankfully, you’re on the side that’s ‘right’ so you don’t even have to feel guilty for too long blowing your top. I mean, you’re not typically like that, but THAT guy? It was a–well warranted. Not to mention, all of your friends will validate your righteousness through ‘likes’ as they think chocolate shell is the devil as well. It feels good to be right. A community of right people. If only all the world was as right as you are.
It’s happened to all of us. We are all guilty. But tell me how this is helping anything. I see little John Connor as a young Edward Furlong, ringing a set of car keys in his hand… “Are we learning yet?” We don’t always have to kill the guy to get the car. There can be other possibilities. Sometimes we can find a spare car with keys in the visor. What if nothing is well warranted? What if crazy stays crazy and we just watch it spin rather than react in the same way? Instead, we crave Judgment Day. Maybe we’re a bunch of kill-fest terminators that need reprogramming.
I recently listened to a podcast about reincarnation. According to this podcast, after death you are greeted by loved ones. After a bit of ‘Welcome Back Cotter’-esque celebration, there is a life evaluation. In this evaluation, you are able to see all of the decisions you’ve made but also–and this was the kicker– you feel the feelings of every decision you’ve made. You feel the feelings of those you’ve effected. You see the ripple effect of your actions. Whether or not you believe in reincarnation, can you imagine what it would be like to literally feel how you’ve made others feel? And how it has effected your life and the world around you? YIKES.
Meditating on this question, thinking about what we are supposed to learn, I have a sneaky suspicion Baby Soul and other children will come out of our wombs scratching their heads, wide-eyed, unprogrammed asking ‘Why would you do that?’ I pray it’s a generation of children that instinctively know it’s about raising our vibration.
I hope we can pause a second to this about this…
I don’t have answers but I think questions are a great start… What do I need to learn? Do I feel grounded? What does that look like in everyday life? Am I meditating or making time to reflect? Am I living in gratitude? How am I speaking to those around me? Or online? Do I judge people I don’t understand? When have I been shown kindness or compassion? How did it make me feel? Do I live in fear? Where does it come from? How am I showing respect for the earth? Am I seeking wisdom? Why does it feel good to ‘be right?’ Am I stuck in a lifetime of circumstances that have happened to me or have I done the courageous work of healing those hurts? What would it feel like to be free of those burdens? To forgive?
It is a blessed and harsh reality that I truly have no control over what happens in the next few weeks. But what I can do is ask myself the following: How can I raise my own vibration? What can I bring to the table as a guest here on earth? How does my life effect the world?
Yesterday, I got to teach three workshops of kids at our local elementary school’s Young Writer’s Conference. While I was terrified at the start, I left feeling exhilarated!
I decided to talk about Living Creatively:
“Living Creatively’ is a workshop that helps provide a solid foundation for a lifetime of creating. In this workshop, you’ll learn some myths about what it means to be an artist and come up with your own goals and intentions that will last a lifetime.”
I asked all of my artist friends what they wished they knew in 5th and 6th grade. With their amazing help, I came up with a ‘Top Ten List’ of how these kids could live a creative, artistic life and do so in a healthy way. Reading the students feedback I was grateful to know that maybe– to a choice few, we really made a difference.
While some of them were completing the task at hand because that is what proper students do and some were providing feedback in the way of winning Teacher’s Pet, I was grateful to find a few that were more thoughtful and sincere.
The day kinda broke me in the best way. It was amazing to watch these kids. Can you imagine being able to redo the start of your life to know that rejection is something to be excited about? Or that if it looks like fun, you should try it? Or that art is worth creating not for cultural success but because our voices are unique and important????
As adults, we learn these things too late. We wonder why our goals haven’t worked out and one of those reasons, I believe, is because we never created art in our lives in a healthy way. Watching some of these kids take it all in, was a balm that healed a bit of me in the process.
Getting to teach these Top Ten Tips reminded me of how I want to create as an artist so I thought I would share them below. Thank you to all of my friends for your brilliant suggestions. So much that resonates in life is so painfully simple and yet we miss it. It feels good to be reminded. 🙂
1. IF IT LOOKS LIKE FUN, TRY IT!
Myth: “You can only be one thing.”
“You don’t have the build of a ballerina.”
“Focus on what you’re good at.”
“It’s your brother’s thing. You should try something else.”
Example: In my family, I was the dancer. My older sister was the singer and my other sister was the artist. I was scared to sing because it was my sister’s thing. It was my childhood best friend’s thing. It was my roommate’s thing. When I finally decided to start singing, it gave me such joy. I no longer wanted to put myself in a box or limit what I could do. An accountant can be a writer, a poet can be a mathematician. There is a little bit of everything in all of us. These things need nurturing and give us balance.
Intention: “I am grateful that I have a mind, body and soul that is interested in so many things! Trying new things enriches my life and excites me.”
2. YOUR VOICE IS IMPORTANT!
Myth: “It’s already been done before. Why bother?”
“I’ll never be J.K. Rowling.”
“What makes you so special?”
Example: If I asked everyone in the room to write a story about an apple, every story would be different, wouldn’t it? One might write a fairy tale about a poison apple, one might write a story about a farmer’s market, and still another might write a crazy abstract poem. How cool is that?(It turns out, 3rd & 4th graders write about a lot of death and destruction by apples, apple cannibals, etc.) Our voices are unique and important because there is only one you. How cool is that!?
Intention: “My voice brings something to the world because it is unique. There is only one me! Whatever I do creatively, no one will ever do it like me.”
3) CREATE FOR THE LOVE OF IT/ CREATE CONSTANTLY!
Myth: “If I’m not making money at it, what’s the point?”
“I’m only a real artist if I sell something.”
“People won’t respect what I do unless I’m famous.”
Example: Lots of artists in the world create to get somewhere rather than for the joy of it. Why do you think that is? How many people here play basketball? Would you consider yourself a basketball player? So clearly you don’t need to be Michael Jordan to be a basketball player, right? And yet, playing more and more makes us better.
Intention: “I am a successful artist because I am always creating constantly. The process is valuable and brings me joy! My art brings beauty to the world and gives me balance. I am always creating new things!”
4) MAKE THINGS YOU LIKE!
Myth: “This person I admire doesn’t like it. It must not be very good.”
“What I do isn’t popular!”
“People don’t understand my art.”
Example: I was listening to a podcast recently about a girl that spent her life writing poetry. When the time came, she applied to 12 graduate programs for poetry. She was rejected from all twelve!!! She respected those opinions as they were amazing schools. Can you imagine her disappointment? Can you imagine what she must have thought about herself as artist? Eventually she started writing poems again and while I’m not sure what became of her, I know that it brought joy to her life and those around her. While constructive criticism is important, YOUR opinion is the only one that matters. Not everyone may understand what you’re doing. And that’s okay. They’re not your audience.
Intention: “I love what I create and I understand what I do. I create for me because I think what I make is fun and super cool!”
5) DO WHAT SCARES YOU!
Myth: “You can’t possibly do that. That would be insane.”
“It’s irresponsible to trust your gut.”
“I was born this way. I can’t change how I am.”
Example: Sometimes in our lives, we pigeonhole ourselves into one thing. We forget that we’re capable of more than we realize. Sometimes doing what scares you means swimming with sharks but sometimes it can be a conversation. It can mean being honest about your feelings and being vulnerable. Not many of us have gone swimming with sharks and yet we all know what anxiety and fear feels like, right? Sometimes even being a shy person can make us afraid to step out of our comfort zones. Powering through anxiety, worry and fear, makes us stronger. It makes us more confident and it’s so rewarding. Whether it’s our families, society or our own inner voice, don’t ever tell yourself you can’t do something. You have it in you! Go beyond your fear!
Intention: “I do what scares me! I am capable of more than I realize. I do not allow myself or others to put me in a box. Being brave stretches my limits and makes me stronger!”
6) HAVE CONFIDENCE IN YOURSELF
Myth: “I’m going to fail.”
“I could never call myself an artist.”
“They probably have somebody else that can do it better.”
Example: What we tell ourselves on a daily basis can be really negative sometimes. We see others succeed and we get jealous. Maybe we think someone has all the luck or more talent than we do. Having confidence in yourself is everything! Trust your instincts and trust your gut. Let your muse lead the way and stay on track to accomplishing your goals.
Intention: “I am proud to call myself an artist. I am passionate about creativity and what I create! I believe in my ideas and myself with enthusiasm and excite those around me.”
7) BE EXCITED ABOUT NO’S!
Myth: “They didn’t want me. My work is terrible.”
“It’s a sign. I should give up.”
“I just think you need to be more realistic.”
“It’ll never become anything.”
Example: My friend Dena is an independent filmmaker. When she has to get funding for movies, she makes hundreds of calls. To not get down about rejection, she takes a sticky pad of notes and sticks them to her wall. On every post-it is written the word ‘NO!’ and only on one post-it is the word ‘YES!’ Every time she is rejected, she pulls a ‘NO!’ off of her wall. She gets so excited because she gets closer and closer to that ‘YES!’ What a great way to think about life, huh? How many of us get down after just being rejected once and she does this all of the time! You can, too!
Intention: “I am grateful for all responses to my work! I get excited by hearing a ‘no!’ It means I’m one step closer to getting a yes!”
8) BE CURIOUS AND INSPIRED BY EVERYTHING AROUND YOU!
Myth: “Get your head out of the clouds.”
“Stop dilly dally-ing.”
“Why can’t you be more like your sister?”
Example: My husband and I go for walks everyday. When I’m out for a walk my mind is on a hamster wheel thinking of everything I need to get done. I just want to get home so I can start checking things off of my list. He, on the other hand, is incredibly observant and curious. When I’m thinking about laundry, he will pick up a cool looking stone and say, “Look at this cool purple streak, hon!” It always reminds me to take time to stop and smell the roses and to be grateful for the world around me. Not to mention that purple streak could be inspiration for a painting! You never know…
9) MAKE TIME TO BE ALONE/ TAKE YOURSELF ON ARTIST DATES
Myth: “You never hang out with us anymore.”
“It’s weird to spend time by yourself.”
“You went to a gallery alone?”
Example: As a creative person, you might need more alone time than most and that’s totally okay! Being alone can help get us out of our heads. It’s a time to play! Being alone can help us connect with our muse and let’s our imagination run wild. It’s also great to read all sorts of books, watch movies, reach poetry, paint, draw– things that you’re not entirely interested in! It enriches our lives and you never know where you’ll find inspiration!
Intention: “I am so grateful for my alone time. I make this quiet time for myself to get in touch with my muse and create ideas. It allows me to chill out and be open to inspiration.”
10) BE PASSIONATE
Myth: “It’s really hard to make a living at that, you know.”
“You should go to school for that first.”
“She’s been singing for years. You’re only getting started now?”
Example: When you’re passionate about something, people want what you have. Imagine if I came in here today like Eeyore to tell you all about living creatively. But if I’m excited and passionate because I believe in myself and creativity, it’s way more exciting isn’t it? When you’re passionate about something people want to support you and get behind you. Use that passion in life to propel you forward. Don’t let anyone tell you that you can’t make a living creatively or that you have to do your life a certain way.
Intention: “I am passionate about creating and open to being a successful artist. I even inspire others to create!”
There are self portraits included in this post that are of me messing around for my lighting class and a couple of shots I did for a different homework series about shame. They’re not specifically about this post but I thought I would share them for the sake of the topic. –MC
At the lowest of my lows, I was living in Los Angeles, very much in debt and super depressed. Each day I would pray for God to get me through another day. I was clearly living in ‘survival mode.’ Psychologically, spiritually, emotionally– you are surviving, and anything more than that feels like an impossibility.
I’m sure I’ve mentioned this before but bare with me… I began to take classes that taught you to examine your thoughts and feelings. By becoming aware of those thoughts and feelings, you could see your unhealthy patterns and change them in a loving way. My mind was blown. I was waiting for my life to begin when God was whispering, “I already gave you the skills. Take responsibility. YOU got this.” With this new set of keys, my life did change drastically. Some might call this mindful or positive thinking.
When you are a student of life, however, truth is like an onion. There is always another layer. You work up the courage to peel off a layer and you feel great. Then you dig deeper and you realize there’s more. It isn’t easy but you do the work, feel great and dig deeper again, peeling off another layer in the name of awareness. There is always more work and more truth and more bliss– a teacher in everyone and everything.
Me? I’m a digger. Since that class, I’ve always got a shovel. I know the deeper I go, the more is revealed and the happier I am. I’ve seen my life change… More of that please, thank you! However, there are so many people in this world that hate digging. It’s such a scary thing! Their journey hasn’t taken them to a place where they can hear that they have the power to dig. They don’t yet have the tools.
So here’s the thing… I’m seeing a lot of this idea on social media, first of all, is that to have feelings is a negative thing. It means your not ‘being positive.’ Ex: Me posting these photos could potentially be viewed as uncomfortable, negative, sad, depressing. “Poor Mandi, etc.” Do some of these photos make you uncomfortable? Why?
My response to that idea is remember you’re human. To say you don’t have moments of fear, worry, anxiety, etc. in life is a lie. Through photography, I’ve learned to linger with them. It’s all beautiful because it is all truth. It is what we have in common. The more it is embraced, the more we’re able to accept each other and relate.
Let me be clear… I think ‘positive thinking’ is GREAT. Yes, you can go through life much happier and lighter by being aware and examining your thoughts. Joy is absolutely a choice and mantras are terrific. But what about deep fucking trauma? Indoctrination? Societal constructs? It’s like people being told to eat healthier when what a person might need is major hospitalization for a triple bypass. Years of therapy might be required for them to recognize what a shovel even is and their existence is just as valid as yours.
The second thing I’m noticing is that to be negative means you are a toxic person and “I can’t have that kind of negativity in my life.” These folks make me laugh. Let’s get real… There are soul suckers, for sure. People that you truly cannot be around. I am all for cutting out unhealthy people from your life. But a majority of this toxicity is an unwillingness to allow for humanity. It’s grounded in fear and judgment rather than love. We don’t want to get our hands dirty with a fellow human being because it makes us uncomfortable. This usually comes from people that have found their answer and if you’re not not the same brand of bandwagon, you’re icky. It’s positive thinking at its most baby-spiritual.
Like any good intentioned person, there will always be those telling you you’re doing it wrong. Out of ‘awareness’ will tell you, what you’re doing is something else. There might be those on a bandwagon that can’t handle your honesty or reality– or even worse, view it as negativity. Everyone’s story is different and trauma is trauma, folks. People that don’t understand aren’t meant to be around for your journey and that’s okay. Feel free to set aside anyone’s rules about what it means to be spiritual. Feel free to set aside people that want to put out the fire in your soul that you know to be true. Honesty is integral.
Also, if you’re not big on shoveling, feel free to listen. More often than not we are very stubborn people and our fear is so deep rooted we can’t see our own programs. We believe a mantra is doing it differently but we make demands about how our life should be. It is a limiting ruse. Fear feels good and right because it is comfortable. It is what we know and allows us to maintain the status quo out of survival rather than take part in real change. Cheating yourself only leads to more misery. (Also, being open is a hell of a lot easier than kicking and screaming).
We are all on our own journey and hear things in our own timing. If you have you eyes to see, be grateful. Have compassion for those who aren’t where you are. And keep your eyes open. There’s probably more going on in the mirror than you might be willing to admit. xoxo
Mandi note: I met Sean Ragusa on Match.com in 2010 while living in Chicago. We’ve been great friends ever since! We would cook together, visit local restaurants and I can definitely say that Chef is solely responsible for my love and appreciation of craft beer. I think we even cooked our first Boeuf Bourginon together! Soon, I gave him the nickname ‘Chef’ and he responded with ‘Cupcake’ and the nicknames have always stuck. 🙂
I’m so happy to share Chef’s story with all of you because: A) It’s his birthday today!!! Give him lots of love!!! And B) It is so rare in our society to hear about a major career change so late in life. Fear is such a driving factor that keeps us from risking anything. We play it safe in the name of our families, in the name of financial security… While Chef didn’t have children to worry about, he still had a lot at stake to pursue his dream. But he did! And in the meantime, he found a new career, a new passion for life and a new and beautiful love. I couldn’t be happier for him!! 🙂
My name is Sean, and I am a career changer.
Here is a brief history about who I am and how I got here.
I was born in a decade where ‘men were men’ and women drank scotch while they were pregnant. A decade that introduced us to music’s worst genre, disco, and all of the awful fashion trends and dance moves that went along with it. I mean let’s face it, I had to get past that to move forward into the greatest decade of Bachrach sweatshirts, tight rolled acid wash jeans, and mullets.
The ethnic make up of my family contributed to my love of food, although my taste buds were still typical of my young age. My Father’s side was Sicilian and Milanese. My Mother’s side was a melting pot of culture, Southern (first and foremost), then Dutch, Welsh, and Scottish. But the aromas and food that came out of the kitchens of our house as well as other family members were very memorable, comforting, and pleasant, for the most part. Everything from stuffed peppers and braciole to fried chicken and sweet potato pie.
I can remember visiting my Grandmother on the west side of Chicago, and when we walked into her kitchen there was always a pot of stuffed peppers ready for us to eat. The smell of garlic filled the air. Her simple sauce and a loaf of Milano bread from Butera to go along with it. Oh, and I can not forget her iceburg, tomato, and cucumber salad.
Getting past the 70’s and moving into the 80’s brought musical changes, fashion changes, and taste bud changes. We listened to the Cure, Motley Crue, and Run DMC. We wore college sweatshirts, MC Hammer pants, one white glove, and Reeboks. Foods of convenience took over our lives, Taco Bell, McDonalds, Burger King, Wendy’s, Rax, Taco John’s, Arby’s, and KFC. We were fed Hungry Man, Fox Deluxe, Gino’s, and Banquet. But there was still home cooking going on. I remember quite a bit of grilling at our house. And late into the 80’s, I started to dabble, just a bit, but couldn’t quite live up to the standards of Jeff Smith (The Frugal Gourmet) or Justin Wilson (The Cajun Cook).
And then there was the 90’s and college, albeit short lived, but I did go. It was a year of boxed mac and cheese, hamburger helper, frozen pizza, ramen and cheap cuts of meat, cooked on a hibachi and marinated in beer. It was bad, but an experience that I had to have. I longed for my visits home, for good home cooking.
It was in the 90’s that things began to change for me. On what was supposed to be my Summer break, I decided, thanks to some family friends, that maybe college wasn’t for me. I was meant to do more with my life than to be radio air talent. That’s when I enrolled in EMT classes and joined the Volunteer Fire Department. With less than one year as a volunteer firefighter/emt, I left the VFD to pursue a career as a firefighter/emt.
This decision spanned a period of 23 years, starting in Central Illinois and slowly moved my way north, ending in Chicago. It was during that 23 years I immersed myself in a culture unknown to civilians. It was a Brotherhood like no other. And what keeps a Brotherhood happy and healthy? Good food! Yes, during my 23 years, I was able to hone my culinary skills. This was in between running calls and watching the Food Network (when they actually had cooking programs).
Every shift, even after taking a position as a Lieutenant, after doing our busy work and training, I manned the kitchen. The guys were my guinea pigs and they didn’t mind because it was food, it was better than ordering out, and they didn’t have to cook it. And we dined on everything from comfort food (roasts, stews, etc) to some not so successful meals. One that still haunts me to this day was a lemon chicken incident that tasted very much like Pledge furniture polish.
During the last 10 years of my career, I toyed around with the idea of attending culinary school, but did not want to commit to a daily regimen. Arranging that with my job, seemed impossible. So, instead I took some cooking classes at Sur La Table and The Wooden Spoon. They were fun, interesting, and I did learn a few things. Then I met a girl, Mindy, and she mentioned something about attending culinary school. Once again, I tossed around the idea, but that’s about it. We then took a vacation, where we spent some time in Tuscany. We also took a cooking class together there, and I made the decision that when I got home, I would figure out a way to go to school.
The next thing I knew, I found myself at Le Cordon Bleu, learning knife cuts, braising, breaking down whole animals, and making croissants (not by popping open a can). That year was a whirlwind, until it was time for my externship. That’s when it got real, because I was going to spend 3 months cooking, in Italy!
Two years later, I find myself writing this bio for Mandi, whom by the way, I met in Chicago, but that will also come out later. Sitting here, in my office, at home, in Nashville. My days off are different now, working at a restaurant will do that to a person. And since my move here, I’ve worked at three different restaurants, as well as started my own personal/private chef business.
Who knows what the future will bring, however I think part of my future will include guest blogging for Mandicakes.
Mandi Note: HELLS YEAH!!!!! 🙂 🙂 🙂 Also, that ‘Mindy chick’ is now his beautiful wife!!! You can find this husband and wife duo hard at work on their business: Let Us Feed You, Nashville. I think a visit might be in order… I’m suddenly hungry.
After reading Glennon Doyle Melton’s memoir ‘Love Warrior,’ I’ve been thinking a lot about honesty, shame and vulnerability. In her book, she speaks to the idea that we have these impossible societal constructs within which to live and rather than be our vulnerable selves, we send our ‘representatives’ into the world. They laugh on cue, they look the part, they diminish their voice, check out and hide, or fall in line. It becomes a life of survival rather than a life of authenticity, and instead of thriving, we suffer and cope. We find a pulse in various comforting addictions and the secret knowledge of these habits, fill us with guilt and shame.
When Edward Snowden announced that the government had been spying on us and other countries, invading our personal freedoms and privacy in the name of terrorism, we didn’t take to the streets. There was no rioting. We rolled over, scratched our bellies and said, ‘Yeah, not surprised,’ and went back to sleep feeling powerless. In the same way, we’re not surprised by Glennon’s truth telling. ‘Yeah, yeah, yeah… We all know we live in guilt and shame. Sweet Lord, don’t make me think about it.’
The thing is, I want to think about it because I crave healing. I want to be healed because I want to live a life that is powerful and full. I want to be so full that I’m able to offer something to the world. I want these things for all of us because… imagine that world.
There are many reasons, we send out our representatives but for me, my shame and guilt, pain and grief, all stems from my weight. It’s so incredibly… painful. It is such a deep river within that when I think of my wedding day– my wedding day!— the feeling that first comes to mind is: FAT. I had gained a ton of weight, was so uncomfortable and wanted to crawl back in bed for a do over because this wasn’t how it was supposed to be. This wasn’t my soul’s wedding. This was the wedding of a fucked up, embarrassed and guilt-ridden failure. (Thanks to family and friends, it was also a day I’ve never felt so loved, a testament to what love can do).
My representative wants to tell you about my mountain life, my adorable cats, manifesting a life of creativity and having a wonderful sweetie. These things are all very true. I feel absolutely blessed and my life, oftentimes, divinely inspired. But, truth be told, it is not the story in my head, the underlying programs; these are the voices I wake up to every day and the ones that scream me to sleep at night.
These voices require that I live the ‘Walk of Atonement’ on Game of Thrones daily. I am both the observer and the observed. I am an overweight, short, guilt-ridden and shamed, Cersei, naked and vulnerable, making my way through King’s Landing. I am mocked. I am hated. I am covered in spit and garbage. A man exposes himself to me? I’m sure I deserved it. I question the people in my life that love me and what is wrong with them. I am also the one throwing the garbage. I detest myself. I spit and spew. My fat is nauseating and I hate looking at it. This is how the standards I have set for myself, after being an A+ student in bullshit, make me feel every day of my life.
For anyone that has ever tried to lose weight and failed, it is because it is almost impossible to will one’s self into perfection. And if you do have that sort of panicked will power, a neurotic workout and diet regimen is just another hamster wheel. On a diet, there is good and bad. There is right and wrong. It isn’t a matter of health or listening to your body. We are programmed to believe that to be thin and lose weight at any cost is a success and to be fat for any reason means you’re a failure. From doctors we hear, “Eat 4oz. of skinless chicken with one cup of steamed broccoli and brown rice.” From society we hear, “Eat less and work out, fat fucks. It’s not rocket science.”
There are problems with this…
- It speaks nothing to the holes within us that cause us to eat in the first place.
- It speaks nothing to the shame and guilt that we feel toward ourselves on a daily basis.
- It speaks nothing to the programming that thin equals success and fat equals failure.
- It speaks nothing to how women view each other and how we’re taught to view each other.
- It speaks nothing to the spirituality of our bodies.
- It speaks nothing to the indoctrinated mindset of society that fat people are allowed to be the butt of a joke and are incompetent, nauseating, ignorant, unworthy of existence, etc.
- It speaks nothing to how our feelings as individuals, regardless of the reasons for our shame, cause us all to exist in society.
It’s FUCKED UP! And it’s not just about weight.
To me it feels heartless, calloused, superficial and just plain wrong that as a society we don’t allow ourselves to talk about our feelings. It’s only after we’re thin, fixed, have gotten sober or lost the addiction, that we’re allowed to admit to our issues and how we felt ‘less than.’ Only after the fact do you get to write the memoir, because to mention in everyday life that you are sad, alone, addicted, fearful, anxious, depressed, frustrated or angry makes society really uncomfortable. It’s just not the American way.
I also learned in church that this was God’s ideal. To be without joy, was to be separate from God. You’re either in the dark or you’re in the light. I was a determined and sensitive kid that took to heart God’s satisfaction and dissatisfaction with all of my thoughts and feelings. Not only did I feel God’s disapproval and judgment every moment of the day, but on top of my own, it was too great a burden to bare. It caused so much guilt and shame, you could have tattooed the word ‘grace’ on my forehead and I still wouldn’t be able to look at myself. So, the best I could do was play the part and if I could never be good enough, hopefully, at the very least I could trick my community. Proverbs 31 woman? No pressure.
Inner trauma is everywhere. We all have it. It’s called being human. Society wants to fix it. I am absolutely guilty of wanting to fix it and my Christian upbringing required that I always had answers. It’s a trait that I’ve had a difficult time shedding and I know I’ve hurt people in the process. We hate to see people in pain, especially people closest to us, but I dare say, we need to start seeing people feeling their feelings. We need snot, tears, laughter, hand holding and not just at our therapist’s office, but also at our therapist’s office. Not just with our close friends but especially with our close friends.
I’m realizing the timeliness and imperative value of diving into this shame because it is such a disservice– not to the idea of this woman with the mountain life, the baker with adorable cats, but to the perfect and vibrant soul that was born joyfully into this world. Our world! The skin sacks we choose don’t make us who we are, that soul we were created to be is everything. I am learning that taking care of my soul is my biggest priority right now. And personally? My soul wants a healthy skin bag. I’m also learning that self care can mean more than a bubble bath. It could mean spending time on the elliptical, spending less money, laughing more, going to therapy or taking photos and connecting with someone. It’s different for everyone.
On 9/11 we accepted each other’s pain because we were all in pain. That pain was beautiful because it was honest, heart wrenching, vulnerable and true. Each face in front of us was our own. It united us. Do we have the guts to do this everyday? Can we tell our very honest stories and see ourselves in each other without ego or judgement? Can we just sit in each other’s messiness without an answer to be had?
What is our shame? Let’s start with what is true…
I just got back from a trip to Los Angeles where I was working on my very first photography project. It was also my best friend’s 40th. Between the two, I was so overwhelmed with activities– heavy photoshoots mixed with Universal Studio Theme Park butterbeer nausea, I had a headache and was in a fog a majority of the time I was there. One afternoon, driving home from a shoot, my right arm and mouth went numb. I was so overly exhausted, my body was literally not having it. I’m not gonna lie– it was scary. I felt completely out of control the entire trip.
I have learned in my later years just how effected I am by the energy around me. As much as I adore my friends to the moon and back, I am a gal that needs her downtime– especially when I’m shooting. I have to be able to decompress, meditate, be alone and tap into the solitude. I’m not sure that a lot of people understand this as it demands a lot more time than you’d think. Clearly, I need to find better solutions for my next trip.
Chaos is also just in the air right now. I blew out a tire on my way down and broke a timing belt on the way back. According to the Power Path, April is a month of intensity and I can’t help but agree. Hannah Honda is now in a shop in Roseburg, Oregon and will be there for the next week or two until she is fixed and we can pick her up.
After two weeks of being on the road with nothing to ground me, with only one morning of alone time where I had nothing to accomplish, to break down in the middle of Oregon felt like I was floating off into space. I was so outside of my body, I didn’t even know what I was feeling! I was angry, sad, confused, grateful, relaxed and totally zen like a ferris wheel of emotions in constant rotation.
Thankfully, prior to breaking down, I was listening to Pete Holmes ‘You Made It Weird’ podcast featuring Elizabeth Gilbert. In the episode she talks about her Grandma and how she is a woman that very sincerely finds the joy in everything. Her letters are filled with exclamation points and she’s always excited about what she’s doing. So much so, that when she tells Liz she has cancer she says, “Isn’t that interesting, Liz? I’m getting to learn all about my body and about our cells and I’ve been meeting all of these fascinating doctors…”
It sounds like a load of crap but Liz said the woman is unquestionably sincere as the day is long. So I tried it. Rather than freak out about money, be a victim or try to control the situation with a white knuckle grip, I just decided to be fascinated and amazed and present by the whole thing as best I could. My tow truck driver was a sweetheart and my mechanic went above and beyond for me, even driving me to a local hotel with a car full of shit. I was soooo taken care of, how could I not be grateful?
Humanity snuck in for a brief moment when I couldn’t get a rental car on a Friday night. All of the unknowns undid me until– again– I realized, there was nothing to control here. It was entirely out of my hands. Miraculously, my photography class in Seattle is going to be rescheduled, I got my money back for the two nights that I booked a hotel in Seattle and I was able to get a rental car first thing Saturday morning. These are all miraculous things! There were times my old habitual, ‘responsible’ mind almost felt guilty for not being more stressed about money but it also felt… powerful.
My honey picked me up in Wenatchee that night and a day later? I’m shocked to be as cool as a cucumber with not an ailment, headache or overwhelmed thought to be had. In fact, I came home and ideas for my pilot and my children’s book just started coming out of me. There is a lesson here and I have a lot of gratitude.
With that said, the trip was chaotic but amazing. Working on this project is an honor and fills me to the brim. The project involves actors and the bittersweet, joyful stories that come with being creative people– and human beings. Artistic survival may only be familiar to artists but the struggle of humanity in our creatively blocked nature is a commonality that can be recognized in all of us. We all cope and survive in our own ways.
Below are three photos of my ‘BF,’ Sarah Welborn. (I can’t decide which one I like the most. Each one has its strengths and weaknesses). She isn’t a part of my photography project but I wanted to share these photos because I think her story is inspiring and in its own way ties up my experience.
She moved to Chicago to take part in the Steppenwolf Theater summer program for actors. After the program ended she stayed in Chicago to pursue acting and started writing a web series. When filming plans fell through and she couldn’t find anyone to film, she decided to go to film school to learn the skill set to tell her own stories. Soon voice and vision will also have eyes and hands. She is removing obstacles and excuses that keep her from being powerful. She now lives in Los Angeles with her partner Lou. This fierce, brave, mindful, queer and spirited woman is going to tell fierce, brave, mindful, queer and spirited stories and I am PSYCHED for the world!
I mean, look at that no bullshit ‘TUDE!!! God, I love it.
Anyway, as I step into my own creative projects and my jazz shoes (I danced for the first time today– at over 200 pounds, it’s gonna be a ‘thing’), I wanted you all to be encouraged and am feeling this on my heart today. The world needs your voice not your excuses. It needs your driven heart not your victim mentality. Tell your stories. Live your life. Be powerful.
I’ve been meaning to write this blog for two months now. At first, I just didn’t have the time. I wrote a quick column for our local paper and then the more I pushed it aside, the weightier it felt. I know at this juncture, there’s really nothing I can do or say to persuade anyone to a particular side. Thankfully, it’s not about that. But for the girl I once was and for who I am today, paying homage to the heart and soul that has resided in my skin for the past 38 years, there is something in me that needs to put these thoughts into words.
To understand why I marched is also to understand my background. I was raised a born again conservative Christian. I attended pro-life rallies as a kid, wore the ‘Life Is Short Pray Hard’ t-shirts in high school, cried over friends who were ‘unsaved,’ and worked in various positions of leadership at a Christian college. Christianity was the defining factor of my life but I always had questions. I won’t go into my spiritual journey taking me out of Christianity today but if you’d like to read more about my ‘coming out’ as a non-believer, you can do so here. I would like to think this gives me a fair and balanced perspective with the potential to bring people together but more often than not, it really just gets me into trouble on both sides. Ha! Also, please excuse my tendency to lump all conservatives into a Christian category– it’s just my own personal history.
I need to first explain that due to my conservative Christian upbringing, marching for women’s rights isn’t necessarily a natural or easy choice for me. To this day, when I hear the phrase ‘women’s rights,’ my eye twitches, and in the back of my mind I see angry, screaming feminists, bare-chested, wearing black electrical tape across their nipples and reveling in the ‘murder of innocent babies.’ This idea of women’s rights is painful for many reasons.
One, it’s programming. Like a rat and a bell, even after all of these years, that image is what my mind goes to immediately when I hear the words ‘women’s rights.’ I am currently watching Leah Remini’s show on Scientology and I can’t help but see my reflection in her. Whether consciously or subconsciously through my family, the party, the media, the church, Mickey Mouse, whoever– I was indoctrinated to believe that to be a feminist meant you had to be an angry, vulgar, man-hating and pro-abortion activist. You may have heard Rush Limbaugh refer to these women as ‘feminazis.’ To be truthful, I resent that false narrative of my upbringing.
One reason I marched was to take back that idea and decide for myself what it means to be a feminist. As you can see from these pictures, there are so many faces– each with a different story. It is a detriment, on either side, to ever put anyone into a box.
My old self would have seen the ‘feminazi’ women in that mental picture and judged it, “You know, that’s just not helping anything.” But to think back on that mental picture, what was actually being said about women underneath it all? Be quiet, be pretty, be wholesome, you’re opinion only matters if you express it in a way that makes me comfortable, makes my group of people comfortable, don’t make mistakes, be perfect, men are the head of the household are all examples of underlying currents brought about by these kinds of sentiments.
This kind of thinking requires women to be a cookie cutter, bible belt Carrie Underwood versions of ourselves forced to live up to impossible standards. In my opinion, we learn nothing by hiding our messes or humanity. It’s a gateway mentality to self righteousness and judgment. I would much rather be karaoke Carrie Underwood at the gay bar but that’s just me. 😉
It potentially pits women against each other and makes any life outside the box, full of messy life choices, threatening and ‘bad.’ My personal teachers are the Cheryl Strayed’s and Elizabeth Gilbert’s of the world, women who have made big mistakes or choices not easily understood by most, and whose lives have been incredibly messy. Making choices unbecoming to society and having to sit with the consequences of those actions, to see your own reflection in the mirror everyday and live to tell the story, teaches you compassion and empathy. It allows you to sit across the table from someone and connect without judgement or condemnation, and with a full heart. It teaches you how to make better choices for next time and live an integral life.
I find that people that have made only perfect life choices have a really difficult time seeing their reflection in people different than them. I did. I’ve learned a hell of a lot more about myself from people that have fucked up than I have from mega-church preachers. I am so grateful for my own mistakes and appreciate the bravery it takes when others share their own. My mistakes allowed me to see myself for the first time and I continue to scratch at the surface. There is so much to learn from each other.
It also never occurred to me as a conservative Christian to ask why women were angry or to think, even worse, that they had a right to be. Everyone’s journey is different and each story is worthy and legitimate. Maybe they were raped or sexually assaulted. Maybe they were beaten by an ex-husband. Maybe vulgarity and nudity, is a way to speak to these things and ‘take back’ what has happened to them. You don’t have to understand it. No one is ever completely understood. We all get to be human.
I read an article recently about a woman who voted for Trump speaking to the vulgarity of the ‘pussy hats’ and signage at the March. I had to scratch my head. For many, it was a way to take Donald Trump’s own vulgarity, completely accepted as ‘locker room talk,’ and find a way to own them in an empowering way. Interestingly, the woman in this particular story didn’t mind Trump’s personal vulgarity enough not to vote for him but found the women at the march offensive. She, too, has a story.
I marched because everyone has a story and all stories are worthy.
Second, and this took a long time to allow myself… But who the fuck cares? You don’t have to be a loud mouth, angry, vulgar, man-hating, pro-abortion woman to be a feminist, but why is it so threatening that some are? And what is profanity anyway? In comedy school, I learned that words are funny. Resonance, tone, inflection– from their noise to their meaning– can create comedy. I also learned that our culture and the acceptance of these words change. In the 50’s during ‘I Love Lucy,’ the writers weren’t allowed to say the word ‘pregnant’ on television. Ha! Can you imagine?
Then, take a look at someone like Sarah Silverman, a comedian whose parents never mentioned that words like ‘vagina’ and ‘dick’ were taboo to most of society. She’s living to the tell the story and the earth is still turning. Do we really want to live in a world were you can’t say ‘pregnant’ on tv? Where married men and women have to sleep in separate beds? That’s just a lie for everything it means to be human. Sex is what creates life! Does anyone seriously want to go back to that?
Someone is always going to push buttons and someone is always going to be offended by it. ‘Cockwaffle’ will probably be the stuff of nursery school rhymes 5o years from now and we’ll all have a good laugh. It is a fabulous word. So is fairywiggins! See? I’m not always profane. #ItsCalledBalance.
My point is… at the end of the day, we all survive this world in different ways. As citizens of this country, people get to be whoever they want to be and live their lives accordingly. If you want to judge it, that’s a choice you get to make. Granted, I am never going to tape my nipples. You’re welcome. And quite frankly, I’m not even sure I understand it, but I don’t need to. Go be your own human, people. It doesn’t scare me or offend me. And if you need some electrical tape? It’s in the cabinet in the mudroom.
Finally, as a conservative Christian, women’s rights were solely synonymous with abortion. Abortion was ‘women’s rights.’ The topic of ‘women’s rights’ was abortion. It was the ONLY issue. This idea is troublesome because women’s rights encompass so much more than abortion. To make it solely about abortion and to cause– what I believe to be, a purposeful divide for the sake of selling a side, is not only playing into the hands of the powers that be but it also takes away the voice women could have on other topics that pertain to them.
Abortion is a very personal and sensitive discussion. Like what I’ve previously mentioned above, you truly can never know what is going on in someone’s life. Despite the stories I had heard from friends that have had abortions, while I no longer judged it, for the longest time I just couldn’t relate and it was something I wanted to understand. You shut your legs. You use condoms. You do whatever you gotta do is what I told myself.
One week, years ago, however, I found myself in a situation I couldn’t have dreamed to be in. I can’t go into details but for the first time in my life, I was terrified in a very real and sincere way because, as I learned, its not always about you. It was the first time I had ever, EVER been able to understand. While I don’t think personally I would have made that choice (not that I should have to say that), I am actually amazingly grateful for that situation. It taught me empathy and compassion. It helped me to realize it’s virtually impossible to understand if you don’t experience it yourself. It made me wonder what else I had assumed my whole life.
I consider myself pro-choice. I feel that we should do everything in our power to limit the number of abortions that happen not through legislation but through responsible contraception and education. I’m always going to be of the camp– the fewer the number of abortions, the better. However, I also feel that to have the option out there for women that want to make that choice is the right compromise for this country and that counseling afterward should be readily available. I believe in people making their own choices, not the beliefs of others making choices for people. To be pro-choice, doesn’t mean you ever have to have an abortion. But to remove it completely, takes the choice away for women who do which involves zero compromise.
I marched because I believe in compromise.
The last thing that I’ll say about this idea of ‘women’s rights’ is that I was taught that women and men aren’t equal, we’re complimentary. I understand the sentiment because as male and female, we do have different strengths and weaknesses. However, it always felt to me that ‘complimentary’ was used in the church as a discussion that still allowed the man to maintain his ‘head of the household’ status biblically. It always irked me.
Especially after learning that women in the past, in some other cultures, were the ones worshipped and idolized. It wasn’t always like this! We just grew up in an American, Christian culture where men run the household. It’s the spoon we were fed. It’s normal to us. Can you imagine a world run by women? We have babies. Women are fierce and strong. I totally can! I like to joke that if women just held sex from men for a year, the world would be entirely different. (Relax, it’s a joke. A very true joke.)
Whatever your belief system at home, the truth of the matter is that in society, both men and women are human beings. When rights are involved, our constitution guarantees equality. That means equal pay and equal opportunities. Until I see as many women in Congress representing us or in as many positions of leadership as men, women receiving equal pay for equal work, I will always see the lack. (That doesn’t even begin to speak to the lack of voice for minorities).
So 1800 words in, why did I march? Because it felt right in my soul. I wanted to march for the things that I believe in.
The only reason I gave a rip about this year’s election was because of Bernie Sanders. Typically to me, politics are politics and nothing much ever changes. Bernie was the first politician in all of my years that I believed really wanted to be of service to everyday people. You may not agree with his ideas, but his legacy has been fighting for the working class. He also helped educate and wake up a sleeping nation that hadn’t realized the grand scale to which we play puppets to corporate greed. Also, how desperately we need politicians that will be in office fighting tooth and nail to make that happen.
I marched to remember that I have a voice.
When Sanders didn’t work out and Trump was still on the scene, I began watching Trump’s actions. I truly thought it was a big joke and he was in on it. Given his history with democrats and movie stars, I thought for sure, it was a stunt, crossing more and more lines just to see what the American public would swallow. I remember thinking that a real presidential candidate could never make fun of a disabled person on national television and not be disqualified immediately for the presidency. But he never was… This had to be a joke. Then the whole ‘grabbing women by the pussy.’ Suddenly every conservative I knew that was disdainful for my use of foul language was totally okay disregarding the word pussy AND, even worse, okay with the context enough to vote for him. “Because Hilary was that bad.” (I’ll save that conversation for my second novel).
I consider myself to be middle of the road politically. While I consider our current president to be a cockwaffle (or a fairywiggins based on your level of offended), I’m also not in the camp of putting Obama’s presidency on a pedestal. Obama was just another president to me. I think he tried hard and I greatly respect his position in office, the man as a father and husband, positions on gay marriage and climate change but I definitely had my disagreements. I was also not a huge Hiliary fan. With all that said, you couldn’t pay me to vote for someone so disrespectful to the office.
I marched because I believe leadership involves, first and foremost, maturity, respect for others and belief in the golden rule.
This administration is entirely different, however, in that republican conservatism no longer had its roots in fiscal responsibility. It suddenly became about this warped idea of white Christian patriotism and media conspiracy. You were either in or you were out. Conservative news, as well, became a propoganda machine. I had never seen anything like it before in my life but Republicans I have respected for years suddenly went from ‘tough love’ to ruthless. It’s new indoctrination. And yet, when you have Bush’s daughter, raising money for Planned Parenthood, you have to feel the apocalypse is coming. You know it is insane.
I marched because fiscal responsibility is a formidable opponent. Indoctrinated propaganda, fear mongering and a disregard for journalism is not.
Conservatives tend to say that they suffered under Obama and we need to get over it and liberals can’t fathom why conservatives would vote for Trump. Clearly, there are huge disconnects. At the march, I was reminded of this HW Bush quote below. As a person that has spent more years conservative than not, the Republican party has always had a ‘tough love’ mentality about hand outs. The current ‘drain the swamp’ administration is a gross stretch from the ‘kinder, gentler nation’ of the Bush legacy. Even though I disagreed with the Bushes as well, I believed everyone, for the most part, was welcome to eat at the barbecue. Trump does take-out. When liberals are misty eyed about the Bush administration, you know serious lines have been crossed.
I marched because I believe in an inclusive kinder and gentler nation.
Looking back, one of the biggest disconnects as a Christian is this idea that God cares about what other people do. Biblically speaking, he doesn’t. God only cares what YOU do and the choices YOU make. You’re not going to be judged for the choices of someone else. You’re going to be judged for your own choices. Per the constitution, if you are a human being in our country, you are to be considered equal. That means my gay friends should be able to marry and have equal rights as such. Their marriage truly does not effect you. You have no reason to be threatened. You still get to live your life as perfectly Christian or conservative as you want.
Before I go further, I also want to clarify that I know a lot of wonderful Christians that are sincere and loving people. I also know a lot of blinded, misguided people whose faith has become political rather than spiritual, whose love has become judgment over compassion. In my opinion, the need to feel safe with God politically rather than safe with God internally is leading people astray. The water is awfully muddy. This really concerns me.
If you believe that gay marriage will lead to a pandora’s box of sin and the world going to hell in a hand basket, I would kindly ask that you– pardon the franchise– wake the fuck up. What has been done in the name of Christianity has literally brought hell to earth and massacred millions of people through war for ‘God’s glory.’ And that’s just one religion. Religious judgement alone would be the Guinness World’s Record of hand baskets.
I would also like to ask how many involved in the decision making process have gay friends? Not gay friends like the one guy you know at work or the gay uncle you ‘love’ and tolerate but really pray for from a distance. Do you know any of their guts? Here’s the secret… they’re just people. And literally, the most welcoming group of people I’ve ever met. When you are constantly judged and told you’re not supposed to exist, you’re worthless in the eyes of your family and God, or that you’re welcome but still going to hell, it makes you a hell of a welcoming motherfucker to other people because you know how it feels. God bless this community and everything they have been and have meant to me.
I am blessed to know a bunch of married gays. Two couples that have adopted and not one of them teaches their children to fuck goats! Amazing! They are wonderful parents and families. Because the gay community is truly a community, these kids are raised by a village of people that love them. It’s beautiful. It’s the most un-detrimental thing that could happen to a kid! And to say otherwise, means you really don’t know what you’re talking about. That’s not to negate anyone’s opinion, it just means you have no real history with these very real people. Because if you did, you would clearly say otherwise for your friends. Every day of the week.
I will march for my gay friends and these families until the day I die. Even the goat fuckers. 😉
I am so grateful to live in a place where people appreciate the land. I live in the swiss alps of the United States and whether or not people are Republican or Democrat, people want to protect the beauty. As a Christian, I never understood why conservatives fought so hard against climate change and protecting the environment. I heard all the time about God being an artist and creating the planet and yet we were constantly fighting so hard to shit on the artwork. Aside from God, common sense says don’t you want to live someplace beautiful? Don’t you want your kids to experience wildlife? It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to appreciate beauty or a crisp, clean breath of fresh air… but we have to be right.
It’s just so heartbreakingly obvious that our need to be right trumps common sense. In our valley, for the most part, we agree on this. There is probably so much more we could agree on if we weren’t so white knuckled to talk to each other. The idea that Trump has gotten rid of laws protecting the environment or the partial dismantling of the EPA is just a level of non-sensical I can’t comprehend. It is dumbfounding.
I will always march to protect the beauty of this earth. To be out in nature is to be in church.
I am proud that I have a great mix of friends– colors, shapes, nationalities, religions. I’m sure living in Los Angeles, I worked with illegal immigrants. I have been lucky enough to travel and meet people different than me. At the end of the day, we all want to be with our families, worship who/what we want, put food on our table and laugh together. It is our government leaders and how were were raised that tell us we’re different and pit us against each other.
The metaphor of building a wall is so obvious and unoriginal and yet here we are. We can do better than building walls. We can do better than ripping apart families. We can do better than allowing a rise in white supremacy, racism and prejudice. When it takes your president too long to say those hateful acts are vile and disgraceful, you’ve no reason to believe him when he finally gets around to saying it.
I marched for the interracial couples I know whose children have seen an increase in hateful acts and no one is protecting them. No one is even saying its wrong.
I marched because I believe reform doesn’t need to be ruthless.
Our local paper ran an article about the upcoming march and the organizers quickly responded with a letter to the editor that read:
As organizers of the Women’s March in Twisp on Saturday (Jan. 21), we have to disagree with the first sentence of the article covering the marches in last week’s Methow Valley News. Actually, it is the first five words that are in our view incorrect: “Motivated by fear and anger … .” Our march and rally are explicitly to celebrate and support our highest values.
We firmly believe that the tenor of national politics has been dominated by extreme voices outshouting moderate viewpoints. There are many reasons for this, among them that it is so much fun to be outrageous, to violate — at no personal cost — the norms of respectful communication and, for far too many of us, to be willing consumers of the outrageous. So much more fun and entertaining than the thoughtful exchange of ideas. But it is also threatening our society and nation.
There is reason to be optimistic. In this valley we have a wide array of viewpoints and political alignments — but for the most part we generally like and respect each other. We get along; we treat each other as individuals, and do not take disagreements as equating to enmity; we help our neighbors regardless of their politics. We just had a local election that was positive, respectful and based on ideas for the right way forward in Okanogan County. Many communities across the country similarly share the values of decency and respect towards their neighbors.
Our march is a first step in bringing people together to work on extending that decency to national issues. It is based on the idea that the majority of Americans share values that we can — and will — come together to uphold. The rally will include compiling ideas on positive actions we can take to do our part to achieve a “more perfect union.” Every generation before us has faced this challenge; many of us believe that it is now our turn.
Finally, we want to emphasize that everyone is welcome to join our celebration of the ideals that make our country great. Hope to see you out there.
Lois Caswell, Linda Du Lac, Jane Hill, Gina McCoy, Pat Leigh, Monica Pettelle, Antonia Van Bueren
I marched because this letter, its optimism and inclusion, inspired me.
Shannon Huffman Polson was one of our speakers at the march. One of the things that struck me was when she said “This is a room full of people easy to love.” The sentiment is that to fight for love is to be loving to all people and not just those we agree with.
I marched because I believe in this kind of love.
Our march rallied 600 people, which is pretty incredible for our little valley. It was a joyful and an exhilarating day. I am so honored to be a part of it. It was a celebration of our stories and lives that have so much value. We’re humans first.
Quite frankly, this blog has taken months to write and the entire day to finish up. It isn’t polished, it is wordy, scattered and all over the place. I’m not even sure I’m saying what I want to but don’t think I’ll ever get it to where I want it to be. So if anyone would like to nitpick it– good luck with that! 😉 I’m still going to post it in honor of Womens International Day. Thank you to all of the beautiful people in my life that have made me who I am and to the community that came out that day and continues to come out for the rights of people everywhere.
I will not live in fear. I feel called to tell stories. I am just one of many stories. I’d love to hear yours. xoxo.
Every year I set intentions for what I’d like to bring into my life. Some years I am more excited than others. This year I’m over the moon about them, so I thought I would share. 🙂
- FINISH PROJECTS
A ‘Lightbulb Moment’ is an exhilarating and humiliating cocktail to choke down, isn’t it? “I’m so excited for my life now!!!” mixed with a splash of “How could I be such a dumb ass for not recognizing something so common sense before?!” Truly, a mixed martini of life realization.
Six months ago my life felt entirely different. I was a workaholic. I wasn’t happy. I was depressed. And although I was planning a wedding and had my whole life to look forward to, I wasn’t living my life. I found myself, again (AGAIN???), surviving it.
I chose to leave my job and people I loved– people that treated me insanely well (in a valley where jobs are sparse mind you), to step out in faith. I wasn’t sure what was next but I needed the Universe to know that this workaholic lifestyle wasn’t in line with my life’s purpose and no longer served me anymore. In my heart, I’m a creative and an artist. This is when I feel I have something to offer the world.
I wrote a description of what I wanted my new life to be and what that would look like on a daily and yearly basis. In my grandiose, gold colored ‘impossible’ dreams, I am making my living as an artist and I am actively participating in a variety of creative things that give me joy. Basically, a life full of rich and lush, creative experiences.
In my heart, I am a comedian, a writer, a baker, a photographer and a singer. I’m also a blogger, a dancer, a professional poker player, an activist and a treasure hunter! Not to mention– whatever the hell else I want to be! I know how ridiculous that sounds; I would need 26 lives to make that happen.
A majority of creative and artistic people that I know making their living creatively ‘double down’ constantly. They are theater directors and poets, producers and bloggers, magicians and novelists. So the big question became ‘How do I go from being MandiCrocker, recovering food industry workaholic, to MandiCrocker, creative powerhouse? How does one tap into a life full of lush, rich and creative experiences? Then, the lightbulb.
“Oh. I should finish something.”
How can I make my living at any of these things if I have nothing to pitch? I have no finished book, no finished screenplay, no framed and printed photography to sell… It just seemed SO FLIPPING OBVIOUS. Over the years, I have probably started a novel twelve times. I have started a television series, twice. I choreograph countless dances in my head waiting to be the size of Julianne Hough before I dance again. In hindsight, it seems like ‘the definition of insanity,’ as they say. Action is required.
GOAL #1: FINISH &$%ING PROJECTS. 🙂
2. BECOME A GOOD LISTENER
I am a really horrible listener. The other day I asked one of our local girls, home on break, how she was liking being overseas. Before she even completely finished her answer, I cut her off with an assumption and another question. I care about this girl and as a person that loves traveling, I am over the moon she is overseas at such a young age. Why do I do this???
My Aunt Amy is an incredible conversationalist. You can tell she is genuinely interested in people, asks questions, listens and is always super enthusiastic about what you’re doing. It’s a gift I really admire! I think it’s a mix of my shy and insecure Virgo ascendent (completely uncomfortable with small talk) mixed with the creative, spiritual tendency to self examine to a narcissistic degree. I’m also a Libra, so I hear something and run it through a filter of how that has happened in my life. It’s meant to relate but while that filter is running, I often miss everything.
I do this to my poor honey, too. I’ll say something, pause and ask, “Is that what you just said?” IT’S SO HORRIBLE!!! I’m always in my head. I am always dreaming. I talk way too much. Whatever the reason, I don’t like it! I love people. I’m fascinated with stories. I think being present and a good listener will help. PLEASE FIX ME IN THE COMMENTS BELOW SO I DON’T HAVE TO PAY A THERAPIST. 🙂
3. BECOME STRONGER
Sarah Connor. Maggie. Princess Leia. The Stark Girls. The Mother of Dragons. Katniss. Ripley. Sydney Bristow. All the Clones. I love strong women. I love powerful women. I love women that kick ass.
When I first moved here, I lived with my aunt and uncle. To say the least, they are ‘outdoor sports people’ and that summer I stayed with them I was hiking, biking and rock climbing almost every day. I can be insanely determined. I think I lost 20 pounds in three weeks. It was the best of times; it was the worst of times. Ha! It was very emotional. In hindsight, I still have stress fractures in my feet that have never healed from pushing myself way too hard, too soon. It was aaaaall me! So stupid! BUT! At the end of the summer, I felt STRONG. I loved and appreciated everything about that feeling.
Three and a half years later, wedding planning under depression and anxiety, I have not felt strong. If anything, the path I’ve been on has literally scared me physically. Thankfully this new path, putting my creative self first feels so selfish and wonderful, it also makes me want to put my physical self first. The snapshot of our world inspires me to be strong. So, I’m focusing on joining the kick ass list of fictional characters above to manifest a very real one for myself.
It’s not– and can’t be– about numbers, ‘exercise,’ or ‘losing weight.’ Instead, it is about being my own princess and being my own superhero. The desire to run to and away from whatever the hell I want is very strong in this one. 🙂
So that’s it, folks!! My News Year’s Resolutions! Anybody else feel inspired this year to set resolutions? Maybe a resolution to set no resolutions? Ha! I always love how everyone’s resolutions are different! 🙂 Happy January 22nd, everyone! xoxo
Yesterday I came home in a panic. I had a deadline for the paper and a million hours of work to put into it. For a brief second, out of total anxiety, I thought, “Ugh! This is so much work! Why do I have to do this?!!”
A few seconds later, I stopped myself. It was like I’d been hit on the head. My inner voice, like the mother in the movie ‘Nebraska,’ screamed at me, ” THIS IS THE LIFE YOU WANTED, YOU BIG IDIOT.”
Just that very morning I got up early to interview a local climber for the paper which was fun, intriguing and inspiring. I came home to my super cute desk (that is FINALLY set-up) with a warm cup of coffee in hand, all perfectly dreamy. I Marie Kondo-ed my house so everything feels comforting and lovely. When I think about making my living as an artist, my romantic, cinematic visions always included a safe quiet space for writing.
When I left the bakery last year, I made a list of what I wanted my life to look like moving forward. I wanted to feel rested. I wanted to inspire and be inspired. I wanted to bring other artists into my life. I wanted to make my living as an artist so that I no longer had to work on my feet in the food industry. I want to be able to write pilots and movies, develop recipes at leisure. I want to shoot projects that are important to me and a myriad of other things.
I couldn’t believe I was living my dream that day, with cute space included, and I was about to complain about it! WHO DOES THAT???
Needless to say, I flipped a switch and suddenly I was relishing every moment. I couldn’t believe I was a writer! The day I was living was everything I had ever asked for! I felt like the end of a Lifetime movie and my happiness had a million likes on instagram.
I thought I would share this little artistic life lesson in case anyone else was about to start complaining about their dreams coming true or letting anxiety win. 😉
What do want your life to look like? Are you living that dream? If yes, do you recognize it? And if not, why? There’s always room in the day for a baby step.
Deep thoughts for us artists on Monday afternoon… xoxo.