Author: bjukuri

  • Pretend Not To See

    In all the years of writing on this blog, I haven't been able to clearly see the chasm of misunderstanding. What was its contents and how can we seemingly see the same thing and not at all see it the same?,

    In my latest dialogue with a member of the First Apostolic Lutheran Church, in the comment section of my blog post "Exposed" – posted on May 23, 2017 – I may have stumbled upon where the discrepancy lies.

    When members of the church hear me speak about the church and my abuse, we dance around the issue and rarely make any headway towards agreement.

    Here is what I believe I learned.

    The main mission of the church IS the forgiveness of sin.  

    I know, I have said this a million times.

    When this is the first choice of action – It is about wiping away a sin; not about the sin itself.

    It is as a brief glance at what they need to forgive; but the main focus is on forgiveness not on the sin.

    And, my viewpoint is to SEE the sin.

    My focus is on the action and what its consequences are.

    When both sides enter into the action, we are dealing with two different places of concentration.

    I have been dealing with the Sin.

    What it means, how it changes relationships, and the character of the sinner, and the victims. What will be a new response based upon this new information?

    While they are dealing with the forgiveness of the sin.

    The sinner.

    Which really means my father.

     

    This is the dividing line I have felt; but I wasn't able to see why they would choose to focus on the forgiveness and not the act itself.

    But, as far as I can recall about the church and its teachings, the forgiveness of sin is the key to heaven. Without forgiveness, you don't enter.

    The sins are stated; but there never was a choice of what options you had IF you were a victim of the sin.

    Mostly, if a sin happens, our duty was to forgive it; or the sin would then be ours.

    This act of forgiveness is not to be taken lightly or figuratively. If you were truly faithful, you would be a forgiving person.

    Sins, well, they were never rightly dealt with, at least in my experience.

    Meaning there was no focus on the sin and the sinner.

     

    You simply can't focus on the sin, if you are a good church person who forgives. The forgiveness is the proper response; not holding the sinner responsible for their sin

    I am once again, not sure I can articulate this in a way that folks can clearly see that there are two distinct paths.  One is to sit down with the sin and get comfortable; the other is to forgive and forget and more or less, actively deny it through forgiveness.

    I have had a visceral reaction to forgiveness in the way the church has used it.

    My whole body has railed against it. 

    And, I have been made to feel 'judgmental' for sitting with the sin – unblinking.

    There have been feeble responses about how the church doesn't condone abuse and that they want the victims to report and speak to the law; while the church itself is built upon the act of looking away from sin – with forgiveness.

    To me, that has become the new F word.

    For it truly messes with the psyche of victims, when they are unable to walk hand and hand with the sin that has caused so much damage in their lives.

    What appears to be a kind and natural response, is literally joining the team of the abusers.

    There is no way you can be standing with the victims, while reshaping the character of the sinner by forgiving the sin he committed.

    This is why the members of the church are so incensed with me.

    I am looking at the sins; while they have been taught to look away.

    Their words are reflective of this.

    As are mine.

    We are both seeing a sin; but our responses are completely different.

    I want them to see.

    They want me not to see it – it has been forgiven.

    If you truly can bend your mind to erase an action, you are now actively in the act of denial.

    This is the same type of dual path I have with my family. Most of whom are no longer members of the church, yet its teachings still initiate their responses.

    I am seen as one who is stuck in the past, holding on to 'justified resentments' due to my lack of blinking.

    How dare I see abuse and set up boundaries in relationships etc.

    The act of forgiveness need not have words, for all it truly means is to accept the sins as if they never happened. Keeping the relationship as it always was.  

    No sin appeared here.

    No one missed the mark.

    All is well.

    We didn't see your miss step, IN hopes you never see mine.

    I will pretend to pretend to pretend, you are not your sins – IF you do the same for me.

    It is a game of pretending.

    I used to do this. But, it never led to the place I thought it would.

    It didn't change my father.

    My pretending truly never worked.

    Truth and realty wins, only 100% of the time.

    There are two paths.

    Standing with the sins and pretending it didn't happen.

    To whose benefit do you think the later is for?

    It matters not to me what you focus on, all that matters is what I see.

    My dysfunction was denial. 

    My wellness is to no longer pretend to not see.

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  • So Can I

    What I believe we learn about ourselves, when we put ourselves in a new situation, is how flexible we are. It tweaks our image and keeps it fluid.

    I am a mystery to myself.  I can't know what new challenge is up ahead OR how I will respond, and in what ways it will change me.

    I have gone through quite a transformation over the past many years and I believe, have become more of myself and in some ways no one I can recognize as me.

    Daring to be the last in the Triathlon takes courage; to be surrounded by very fit well trained athletes and join them – partially.

    They were quite remarkable in how they easily achieved these tasks, and yet their focus was on speed.  How fast can I do these miles???

    I wondered about their mindset before the race, what was their goal?

    Where mine was to finish, they were striving to better their times.

    Stronger and faster.

    Perhaps so was I.

    Maybe the more that you do, the more new avenues open up. 

    It starts with just a bike ride and before you know, you are lined up with some badass biker folk!

    As I pedaled along in my "going for a bike ride" speed, I wondered about what drives them to push their bodies so well trained and in awesome physical shape?

    I thought, we were all battling something as we moved through our stages of the triathlon.

    I felt a bit teary as I thought of me and how I stood out – differently.  

    And, how used to it, I have gotten.

    Comfortable and okay not being like the others, yet fully being my own self.

    This is what grows my confidence.

    Entering into places that I have not gone before and doing something I could not have imagined.

    I mean, really, a Copperman Triathlon Team???

    To bike 23.5 miles without stopping – once. Staying on the bike on all hills, and "racing" in the fastest speed you have available to You.  

    Doing you own best – with others whose best way way out distance you.

    I believe the top female did the whole Triathlon alone, in just over an hour and a half! Isn't that amazing.

    We all arrived and did the best we could.  And, we all left looking differently at ourselves.

    It gave me more confidence to enter into the arena and Be Me.

    I stuck out, my bike stood out, and yet together we are a perfect fit.

    We grew in the confidence of what we can do and how much more is left untapped.

    Oh, the places Liv and I will go!

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    The only barrier is your belief; you can't.

    I dared to challenge the mind.

    What it believes of me, is most often a lie.

    It worried and wanted us to stay home.

    Safe.

    Unchanged.

    Doing nothing.

    Oh, what I would have missed.

    I like to believe, that we added something.  A hope, and inspiration and a smile…someone may now take a chance next year. They will think, "If she can do it, so can I".

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    They hand out these medals "Finisher".  I love that.

    It is one thing, to say your are going to, it is quite another to do it.

    I did it.

    I finished, what I said I would do.

     

     

     

     

  • Copperman Triathlon 2017

    So, I DID IT!!! OH MY Gosh, it was a bit nerve wracking until I was on the bike – pretty much biking alone, like I usually do.

    There were a few bikes behind me, so the sweeper wasn't on my tail, and I pedaled and pedaled, in hopes that the last few bikers I saw after me would not pass. 

    The bulk of the pack was ahead, I met some of them as we go to the end of the Harbor from Fort Wilkins and head back towards Eagle Harbor.  And, I met the guy in first place about 6 miles into my bike ride.

    You could say I passed all the bike riders – Just going in the opposite direction!

    I wish I could remember the comments from all the cheerleaders along the roadway. Most liked my outfit and they all called out words of encouragement for the one biker lady in the upright bike, fancy outfit a ways behind the pack!

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    Here is Liv, with all the fancy sleek fast road bikes.  I love how she was one of kind among many!  Pretty much like me – we are a good pair!  

    Here is some of the scenery ( I drove back that way and snapped a few shots.)  The weather was sunny, but with a fog roll on the lake and temps near 65 degrees on the shoreline.

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    These arrows signaled the turnaround; back to the finish line – I think at this point we had 10 miles to go! AND, it really made a difference to have the winds at my back, knowing I was in the home stretch.  

    The last biker lady gets my biggest respect.  She did the swim, and was the last biker girl and, when she crossed the finish line about 20 minutes after me, she began the 5 mile run/walk!  AMAZING!! She is the hero of the Copperman Triathlon!


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    The lake had whitecaps, which had us in headwinds for most of the way. Just breathtaking beauty!  And, I saw two eagles on these rocks!!

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    Here I am shortly after crossing the finish line!! Two of my daughters were there to cheer me in!!  We forgot to get a selfie; imagine that???

    I had wanted to do this in 2 hours. I crossed the finish line in 2 hours and 2 minutes!! I will take it.

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    We all completed our segments!!!  We are an older team – the Runner is 61 and I am the 58 year old biker and our swimmer is 57!  

    Way to go – US!

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    Kicking the legs up enjoying a fish taco!  I did it!!! Yay for me!

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    Bike back at the jeep, waiting to get loaded back!  OH MY, it still hasn't sunk in that I was part of a triathlon team!!  

    Thanks to Pam and Kenny for being my teammates and for my cheering section -my daughters!  

    I hope this inspires others to take a leap out of their comfort zone.  I was way out of my league; but holding my own.

    As the athletes were leaving a woman stopped by me and said, "I love your outfit, it had me smiling the whole way!"  

    It was good to hear the cheers from other participants, "You go girl" "You got this" "I love your jacket" and "Oh my look at her"  Just a few that I can remember!

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    We had a plan to soak up the sun along the shores – but the temps were near 60, with strong winds and the fog roll.

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    All in all, a day to be remembered!! 

    Thanks to all my cheerleaders online – I am Happy to have your voices with me!

  • Liv and I

    Team "Zip 49916" is all signed up for the 2017 Copperman Triathlon. My boss will be swimming, I will be biking and the other carrier will run. The Chassell Post Office will be represented tomorrow!

    The excitement of planning to do this, has now been replaced by nervous energy and worry.  In my mind, the hills are steep, the winds are coming at me, and I am slowly plugging along. The sweep car is on my tail, patiently waiting for me to complete the 23 mile ride.  AND, on the finish line waits the runner of my team.

    I am not sure what prompted me to do this.

    I am not a competitive biker person and yet here I am.

    The goal of the team is for each of us to complete our parts. I just wish I had the confidence that I was going to do a fair showing.

    I believe the reason I am nervous IS that I am out of my element, or comfort zone.

    I am stretching myself in ways I have never done before.

    And, that makes me anxious sitting with the unknown.

    It is my hope, that once I begin pedaling, I will enjoy the ride. It is along Lake Superior, so our view will be breathtaking at times.  I will have to restrain myself from taking pictures.

    Being part of a team, makes it seem more serious.  If all I was affecting with my slow times, was me, I would be so okay with it.  I am in the Copperman, and that is a huge accomplishment for me. Finishing it, no matter the time, will be success!

    What I also thought of, is that I used to strive for a comfortable life, a life where it was all calm and settled. Where nothing was poking me and unsettling me.  Now, it seems like I am adding items to my life that deliberately make me uncomfortable.

    And, it is in the act of being uncomfortable, that we grow.

    Living a stagnant life isn't what I want anymore.

    I am looking for adventure and new experiences.

    This is one that I will look back on with awe.

    Anxious for the moment, that I take my seat and begin to pedal!

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    I am as ready as I will ever be for a biking race this year!  

    I love my new bike and the way it allows me to go faster down hill and on the straight stretches, I will have to make good use of those times!  Hills, still take my breath away.

    Go Team! Zip 49916!  Oh the memories we will make, Liv and I.

     

     

     

  • Smiling at your anger

     

    "Hurt people hurt people. That is how the pattern gets passed on, generation after generation. Break the chain today.  Meet anger with sympathy, contempt with compassion, cruelty with kindness. Greet grimaces with smiles, forgive and forget about finding fault. Love is the weapon of the future." Yehuda Berg

     

    This kind of love, leaves the aggressor responsibility free. Will the world really change if the receivers receive negative treatment in a more kinder way???

    Hurt people are allowed to be cruel, and we have to respond with kindness?

    Will this really change the world to be more positive, IF we just respond as if nothing hurtful happened?

    Forget about finding fault; which means letting the responsibility or assigning fault go, and carry on as if nothing happened.  To me, it means not to blame.

    I looked up the definition of blame.

    "Assign responsibility for a fault or wrong".

    Why is it so bad to place the responsibility of hurtful behavior with the person who is doing the hurting. Regardless why?  If hurt people hurt people, the hurt people have to begin to look at why they hurt.

    What is the core of their own pain?  

    Most often, when someone is asking us to forgive, forget and not assign fault, it is the victims that are asked to respond differently. Never the perpetrator.

    Why not address the person doing the hurting?

    Will change truly happen when victims respond differently to hurt???

    Is this not then victim blaming, when the hurting doesn't stop?

    This appears backwards to me.

    What I have noticed, is that many adult children of abuse, seldom want to blame their parents for their messed up lives. 

    They do try and meet anger with sympathy, and yet the effects of abuse still live within them. 

    It isn't helpful to either party as far as I can see.

    What if instead, we express the anger? Not at another innocent being, but at those who hurt us?  Are we not allowed to express our emotions?

    We no longer need to tolerate mistreatment; now that we are big ass adults and not helpless children?

    What would happen if we did find fault with our parents in how they treated us?

    The whole quote is literally how children respond to abuse.

    And, it hasn't stopped the cycle from being passed on. It instead IS how it is passed on.

    No one is addressing the person who is doing the hurting.

    Ever.

    That person is never responsible, or to blame, or at fault.

    The victims are held responsible to create a kinder world.

    It will not end the cycle.

    It has not ever changed a hurting person who is hurting others.  Ever.

     

    To me, doing the opposite will make a difference.

    Meeting anger with a boundary.

    Walking away from those who hurt you.

    Ending relationships where contempt is coming at you.

    Standing against cruelty, instead of being kind; leaving.

    Hurt people will continue to hurt; until you stop allowing it.

    Would my father have stopped hurting little girls IF we met his cruelty with kindness?

    Really?  Or would my mother grimace less, IF we were more kind?

    Would their contempt towards us, have vanished IF we had compassion?

    Doesn't this seem upside down and backwards; a dysfunctional response to life?

    That paragraph is not the weapon of the future; but the creed of dysfunction.

    Love has boundaries.

    Love assigns responsibility.

    Love knows that hurt people need to find the source of their own pain.  

    Love knows it is can't fix the inside of anyone; but themselves.

    Love meets cruelty with understanding that the other hasn't healed their own pain.

    Love knows contempt is a self reflection.

    Love can only come from within.

    The weapon of the future is self-exploration and falling in love with yourself.

    The hurts inside of you, can only be healed by you.  Not by another smiling at your anger.

     

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  • Another Horizon!

    Life is about repeating what we love, daring new firsts and challenging each other to grow and stretch towards new spaces.  WIND Goes, is the perfect event to try new things.

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    Driving the jeep pulling a trailer was the first for me.  I was nervous.  WHAT IF, sounded all around this new experience.  I had to not only think of the jeep; but a trailer I couldn't see.  The tire kept the trailer hidden from my view.  AND, I knew I could drive a straight line; but I worried about backing up or unhitching and re-hitching, and the straps etc.

    If you let it all be, it unfolds perfectly.  I had the space to turn around and I had help strapping down the kayaks, and in the morning, when I did need to unhitch, it was no problem hooking back up!  With a few more trips, I would feel comfortable!

     

    And, I am so glad I dared trailer the kayaks, because on Saturday morning, we had the best paddle on the lake!

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    I forgot how much I LOVE to kayak.  I will have to try and get back on the water soon!

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    After a long kayak, we jumped on our bikes!

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    And, heading to White City about 11 miles away.  It was slightly overcast and cool for the ride to Lake Superior. 

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    A nice ride of gradual uphills and then gradual downhills.  A good workout!

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    And, the refreshing chill of Lake Superior awaited us!  It was amazing!!! Once your body regulated to the cold, it was nice to swim and enjoy the waves!

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    And, a picnic after the swim had us feeling pretty spoiled!  The Universe seemed to dance the perfect weather for each of our events that day!  Never too cold, too hot and just the right amount of wind to keep the bugs at bay!  Simply Perfect!

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    When a fog bank rolled in, we knew it was time to get back on the bikes and head back. 22 miles in total. 

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    After soaking up the sun (which of course was shining back at the cottage) we had dinner and a few ladies left our group. The three of us who remained, headed back to Lake Superior for a beach walk and to walk the Pier. It was again just amazing. Wind, Waves and art along the shore!

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    We found Art in the making and added our touch!  This is something we still need to do more of; using nature to create an art sculpture!

    And, then back to watch the sunset.  We were that good kinda tired.

    A weekend of memories made, Women In New Directions continues to help me grow in ways I would not have imagined!

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    We had so many belly laughs on the dock as we watched the sun slowly -every so slowly reach the horizon. We were beat!
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    Catching the last glimpse of wonderful day!  Big Agnes and I, on our second adventure!

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    What I love about WIND Goes, is that we have an extended time together and lots of activities which make each of us expand; mentally, physically and inwardly.  Each of us leave with more than what we came with.  

    More peace, deeper friendship, stronger and empowered!

    I love that we continue to reach further than each alone would go!

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    WIND Goes- Adventure #2, is in the books!  And, each of us are dreaming of another horizon.  

     

     

  • Opposite of Anxiety

    I often hear others speak about anxiety.  

    I am never sure how to respond back.

    What is it, and how does it seems so powerful as a voice, when there are choices to be made?

    I looked up the definition to see if I have this feeling/emotion and frontman correct in its meaning.

    "A feeling of worry, nervousness, or unease, typically about an imminent event or something with an uncertain outcome"

    Is it the unknowing that is the culprit OR the fact that we believe we should know, when it is impossible to know?

    Or, are we uncomfortable with the uncertainty and its unpredictability and unreliable nature?

    What is it that we fear?  

    Where does our anxiety truly lie?

    Is it the mystery of what is yet to come, or our ability to respond and dance with the unknown?

    What I do know, is that this dance with the unknown is often what has folks sitting out the dance.

    Do we really really really want to know how things will go before they go?

    Would life be very bland, if it was all laid out before us?

    And, how can we know, that which we don't know?

    How much control do we really have in life.

    Getting comfortable with our lack of control IS the key to living a more adventurous life.

    The reason I gave up anxiety, is that I thought I was in control and lived a very cautious life and then the worst happened anyway.  So, there is no point in trying to ward off the things that will hurt you.  

    What I have learned in life, is while living we will all get hurt.

    Disappointed.

    Devastated.

    Relationships will break and our hearts with them.

    But, we will go on.

    We can chose to let anxiety be the gate that blocks us from engaging with so many different aspects of life that will bring us new experiences, friends and adventures.  Or, we can stop with the lies anxiety speaks.

    It can't know.

    And, it isn't in control.

    It certainly isn't certain about anything.

    Anxiety is the friend who doesn't want to do anything. It for sure doesn't want you to turn away from its lists of all the bad that 'could' happen.  It is at best a bad predictor of what is uncertain.

    I still don't know what is the best answer when anxiety speaks as the frontman?

    What would be the antidote to anxiety or what can we say to quiet its fake reporting of the future?

    Is curiosity be the opposite of anxiety?

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  • Second Half!

    We have two days left for the first half of the year, it is amazing how quickly time goes by!

    I went back and read my New Year's blog, and mostly what I had said was that I didn't expect anything from the year; but I wondered what new things I would add to me this year?  How would I spend my time?

    With half a year gone, I have done so many things for the first time or reignited old things I used to do. It has opened up new doors and new friends have entered!

    The first half of the year is on track, and I am excited to see what I add for the second.

    Life is lived in the days and moments.  What we say yes to and how much we put into a day.  Making plans and dreaming of new adventures to accomplish.

    At 58, I feel that my life is mostly lived. Meaning, I have done more living than I have yet to go.  

    In last third of my life or the third act, I hope to continue to add new things; to do something for the first time!  

    This act alone makes you feel younger.  

    As each new day dawns, there are endless ways in which we can chose to play.

    I feel the sands of time seeping past, my hour glass showing more passing of time; than what I have left to live.  And, I don't want to waste them or wait for "another day".  Today, is the day in which we live.

     

    To look deeper into what we see each day. Look and take note of how many moments of joy we have in one day.  

    Cheryl Sandberg, who wrote "Option B" said that joy brings hope.

    When she was at her lowest, she challenged herself to find 5 moments of joy each day.

    They can be simple, like "hot tea".

    Imagine, how many moments of joy will be added up in a year!  And, those are only the ones you are aware of!

    Joy often is the absence of pain, worry, or sadness.

    Life is packed with so much that we don't notice; until we decide to seek it out.

    I sought out adventures and they keep coming in.

    I wanted to live a life of love, peace and joy and they continue to pop up in the most unusual places!

    I am excited for the second half!

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  • The Potential That We Had

    Broken relationships will not mend with silence. Nor, will they be repaired with time. I believe, that there has to be a movement of some kind; someone has to walk backwards and wipe away the line that was drawn in the sand.

    Someone has to call uncle and withdraw their original beef.
    In order for the old peace to be won. A truce called.

    I don’t believe you can leap frog over a dozen years and land in the present and reconnect without a cost.

    While it has been many years of broken relationships with my family of origin, each of us is holding something we value.

    Something we value MORE than the relationship we have with each other.

    I am not the only one who is ‘holding out’.

    Each of the broken ones have a different voltage with me.

    I guess the more energy I put into the relationship, the longer it lingers in my body, mind and soul.

    The ways in which my mother and I broke apart were felt for a long time. Mostly in how I didn’t really know her. And the affect of her actions upon me. And, how I had to rebuild myself into a reverse image of her.

    In order to reconnect, I would have to reverse my ways to look more like hers.

    “Birds of a feather, flock together…”

    Mostly, I feel that the broken relationships broke for a reason. Each of us were unwilling to break who we were; so it was easier to break apart.

    For my side, I was no longer able to lie to myself; to be untruthful to me. I had just found myself. A broken self who had just discovered her abuse. I wouldn’t leave her feelings and refused to lighten the abuse or water down its affects.

    There was no grace or light that could erase magically this part of my biography.

    In standing with my broken self, I stood against abuse; and those who supported the abusers even if by their silence.

    When I look backwards at what I could have done different, I am always led back to me.

    To be with me and my truth.

    In order to mend the broken relationships, I would have to break me.

    It would mean going back on my words to myself.

    To let my wounded little girl go silent and stuff that part of my biology back into the dark.

    It may seem like an easy road back; but it would be littered with parts of me.

    I recall feeling like each new truth was bringing a part of me back to myself. So, to reverse the journey, it would be to give parts of me away.

    I whole heartedly believe, that I would truly lose my mind, self and soul to start cutting me up now; aware. To die while alive.

    I believe that parts of me were stolen bit by bit; either by religion or abuse, or just society’s rules.

    Now, I am a whole being.

    I embrace all of my biology, warts and all.

    In doing so, I am unwilling to break me apart for any relationship.

    While there is grief over what I have lost; the bigger tragedy would be to lose Me.

    I have a grasp on my integrity and authenticity.

    It has taken me dozen plus years to get all the pieces back that I gave away in lies, to be like, to get along, to be a good church person, a daughter, a sister etc.

    My old life cost me Me.

    To sweep away the past 12 years and jump back into old relationships, would be to travel back in time and become the old me.

    Or the start of my fall.

    Falling away from Me.

    My rigidness is being faithful to me.

    As, the other is faithful to who they are as well.

    We broke, so to remain honest to what we believed.

    I do miss them.  Or, the potential that we had…

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  • Where I once belonged.

    "Anything worthwhile has got to cost us something. And, if it doesn't we are left to question its value." Martin Sheen

     

    It does seem impossible that in order to gain awareness and reality, I had to lose so much. 

    Yet, I agree that anything worthwhile will cost you something. AND, if it doesn't you have to question the value of that choice.

    So, as I watch my brother enter back into the places I have exited, I am left wondering about my choices.  What choices have I made that are off balance? What items did I leave behind, that perhaps I should  have taken forward? And, even what was the impetus that set in motion my journey?  What has changed, that I should revisit a choice?

    And, most important, what is the value of what I am doing?

    Is there a value to being displaced from the family; from standing outside of the family circle and holding on to the choices I have had made?

    Equally, is there a value of remaining inside or rejoining the family?

    There is a cost of doing something worthwhile; but what is the worthwhile part of each of our choices?

    I know, that for me, what is worthwhile is to try and interrupt the cycle of abuse.

    Period.

    It will be worthwhile if one child is spared.

    If one child sees another way of what love is.

    When abuse IS in the family, you have to disrupt the usual family motions to get the cycle to spin differently. 

    I know, that I alone can't change my family of origin.

    But, I can show another way.

    My journey has been worthwhile for I value the idea of a family without abuse.

    Imagine.

    What stops me each time, is that I would have given up on this idea; that I will lay down my vision, of a family of love.

    Love free of abuse.

    Another quote from Martin Sheen – "Another word for freedom is responsibility."

    I believe, that each of us are responsible for the content of our love.

    I decide what my love looks like.

    I am responsible for how I love.

    My love is free.

    My love has truth.

    My love is total acceptance of what is.

    There certainly is a huge cost to gaining love from dysfunction; but anything worthwhile will come with a cost.  

    It cost me the dysfunctional Me.

    Me, in denial.

    And, all those who lived there.

    To enter back in, I would have to un-see and un-know what I know.

    I would have to actively and consciously deny what I know in reality.

    And, what would be worthwhile about that???

    What is the value of denial?

    And, more importantly, what would it say about the 12 plus years of my journey so far? Would it all be for naught, to return to whence I began- to reenter into the cycle of dysfunction.

    Is that what the journey is for, to keep cycling back?

    Is it not like an addict going back to the drug?

    Call me mental, but my journey out has no return ticket.

    My wellness, awareness and love and peace is in the forward motion.

    It is a journey forward; not back.

    I do not carry "justified resentments".  

    I carry with me truth to power.

    Again it is worthwhile to have one child spared sexual abuse at the hands of family.

    There is no value for me to go back to where I once belonged.

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