Author: bjukuri

  • Being Me!

    Eleven years ago, this day was the beginning of my end.  What felt like the worst day ever…turned out to be the best day ever.  

    The brutal reality of abuse sat its ugly self down and destroyed all of who I thought myself to be, taking with it my outer world and the steady pillars that I built myself upon.

    Nothing was left untouched.

    Inside of me was unrecognizable…and so began the journey of a million sorrows.

    It was to die while being born.

    To get rid of all the things that did not match this new reality.

    Looking at old relationships with new eyes.

    Seeing life as if for the first time…and how I was co-creating either more illusion or dancing with reality; regardless of its cost.

    I have lost much.

    I just listened to a podcast with Elizabeth Gilbert and she spoke about the fear of saying "NO"….and how we are afraid we will lose friends and/or family when doing so.   And, how she learned this was the truth. And, so did I.

    I have said "No" so many times; my No Muscle is very strong.  I have said yes to my truth which often meant having to disappoint or anger and enrage others.

    What an adventure to be authentically you!

    I was so lost 11 years ago; that I couldn't build another false self or I would not have ever found my soul.  I couldn't afford to pretend to pretend to pretend for another's peace, love or joy.

    I let volumes of people down.

    I left a religion.

    All for the sake of finding me.

    Of Being Me.

    It was wildly freeing and terrifyingly scary to disappoint the outside for inner peace.

    I had no clue who I would be at a future date….let alone who I was on that date 11 years ago.

    I was betting on nothing and losing everything for the unknown.

    As I sit here today I am so thrilled to be Me.

    I love that which I love.

    I find joy in what I find joy in.

    I am at peace with all of who I am and where I am.

    When a tragedy happens that completely destroys your world…it can be the end; or it can be the start of something completely magical.

    The old me died on that date 11 years ago and a new me was born.

    I love this new fluid ever changing unknown Me.

    I feel like I am a living work of Art…forever in the process of Being Me!

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  • Joy Full!

    There are well meaning phrases we take for granted and do not pause to think about their unintended burden.

    "What a Joy, she has brought to your life…." is one.

    The bringer of Joy, can have negative consequences on so many levels…for the "one who brings Joy".

    Of course I am speaking of my delightful happy granddaughter, and the energy she  innately spills forth, just being her.

    She is Joy personified.

    But so are we all. 

    Maybe a better phrase is "She has brought MORE joy"… to an already joyful bunch of humans. 

    I would hate to assign her the task of making me happy, or happier, or anything.

    I am responsible for my state of being; always.

    She will learn, that she too is in charge of hers.

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    I am deeply sensitive to the idea of codependent feelings. Of being the bringer of peace, of love and of joy.  I was schooled to believe that it was my job to keep others in a positive state of being.  And, it was a huge burden to bear.

    I want my legacy to be one where we are all independent and the keeper of our own peace, love, and joy.

    That we learn to say yes to the things that fulfill us and no to the things that don't.

    I want my granddaughter to always have the freedom to be and do exactly as she feels is her soul's delight.

    I LOVE that she delights in Me, and Much as I delight in her.

    We are crazy for each other….

    We are two people in joy meeting!

    While I know most are not intending anything malice or hurtful when the simply state, "What joy she brings to your life…" I am aware of the underlying agenda the old consciousness meant by this.

    In the old system, we were not independent… but codependent, and relied on each other to hold our emotions.

    I am not sure how this started but I do know the consequences of being somebody's joy.  They then own you and your voice and your choice.  For you are then, never allowed to do anything that will take "JOY" from their worlds.

    You will lose your life to be their joy.

    When I broke away from the codependent lifestyle, it upset many who I used to cater to.   

    I would love for my granddaughter to never know what codependent feels like.  She will at least get that from me.  I want for her, what again, delights her soul!  Just as I want for me and everyone, what delights ours.  

    If each of us become joy, love and peace personified….our planet will be joy full!

     

  • Soul Felt Its Worth

    "Birds born in a cage think flying is an illness."  Alejandro Jodorowsky

    I have had the honor in talking to some young women, who have recently left the religion they were born in, and they shared how oddly they are now viewed.

    I am sure those still left in the cage are seeing their flight as a sickness.

    Or even that the devil has taken hold of their senses.

    They are like free birds…colorful, bright, creative, excited to do what their souls are calling to them.

    Nothing dark and devilish as the religion often preached of the space outside of its cage.

    But freedom of choice and self expression.

    Birds dancing and trying many choices the world has to offer; that the cage forbid.

    The small cage of their religion didn't allow for the innocent delights of individual creative self expression and inner connection to spirit.

    The cage was for the cage; mindless or heedless of the consequences to those who gathered there.

    I love speaking to these young women as they recognize their self worth…for them to feel the inner love and innocence.  For them to be giving their children choices and voices and to dissolve the idea of the devil outside of the cage. 

    Each young woman who gets her wings, who exits the cage; lends hope for others still inside.

    When you can hear and feel their wonder and awe at how wrong they have been taught. To hear them experience the joy and happiness of freedom…you know that freedom will be the new pattern.

    I love how brave they are.

    How they are willing to disappoint their families to hear the flapping of their wings.

    To stand up against the adults that raised them; and honor their truths.

    My greatest vision of the future is to hear the cage doors creaking open….and to hear the empowered joyful voices of the newly set free!

    Each conversation fills me with hope that the generations who are following…. will leave the cage doors open.

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    Imagine a world where each soul felt its Worth!!

  • Yes to Me.

    I just began listening to "Year of Yes – How to Dance It Out, Stand in the Sun, and Be Your Own Person."  By Shonda Rhimes.

    One of her lines was "Saying No has gotten me to this life I am living…"

    She committed herself to say Yes, to the things that she was afraid of, uncomfortable with, the ones where in the past she had said, "No".

    On her birthday, she made a vow, that for the next year….she would answer Yes instead.

    As I look back at my last 10 years, that is what I had done. 

    I moved into the places where in the past I had steered clear of.

    I traveled into the dark and scary places; felt emotions that left me breathless.

    I pushed myself to express and say things, in the past, I would not have said.

    I introduced myself to the most terrifying truths imaginable…and lived their truths.

    It isn't about saying Yes to wildly adventurous places; but to say Yes to your fears and uncomfortableness.

    The woman who welcomed folks into her booth…had walked deep into herself; exploring all the wounded crevices.  Has felt the somber landscape of aloneness…and had lived her way back to be creatively bright.

    When you face your darkest fears and say Yes to the most awful of truths…you become strong and brave beyond measure.  I can face the outer life's scary places- because I have traveled through my own inner landscape of terror.

    As I told one woman…"I wouldn't take nothing for my journey now."  For there were so many times, I didn't want to live through it, to experience the shunning, the adverse effects of my speaking out….but each of those moments put strength into my character…allowing me to stand tall.

    I began a life of saying Yes to me.

    Yes to my emotions, my fears, my truths, my love, my joy, my peace. 

    I welcomed the most broken part of me into my awareness.

    I did have to dance it out….fake it until you make it.

    I did soak up nature to balance out so much darkness.

    I did lose myself in art in order to find myself on the other side.

    I love my art even more. For it has kept the space of me….Until I was Me again.

    A new me.

    A me that is a colorful, creative, and at peace with what is.

    For I know me and am willing to watch me change and grow and am excited to know that I am still an art piece in the making; an ever changing life of Art.

    This morning I created this…."Be the Flow"

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    Be the Flow of You….the Yes and the No.  The comfortable and the uncomfortable.

    As Byron Katie says, "If you can't say No, I don't trust your yes."

    Same goes for saying Yes.

    My life changed when I said Yes to all that made me uncomfortable, afraid and alone…

    It was where my real truth and authenticity lived.

    Right behind the fear of saying Yes to Me.

     

  • In Front of It.

    My Lady and I had a wonderful Art Affair. 

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    Thanks to my daughter for all her help in making this possible, and for doing the business in the booth.  I was then able to visit and connect to so many women; some I haven't seen in over 30 years…and new friends.

    It was a moment of personal achievement; not in displaying my Art…but myself.

    This venue hosts many walks of life and the topic isn't recovering from abuse or about hope for victims of sexual abuse…but Art.  And yet many of my interactions with women was about hope, self-empowerment, love after trauma, etc. 

    I can't know how the other booths went; but we shared stories in mine.

    My Art was the icebreaker.

    The words on the quilts began the dialogue…

    I connected or reconnected.

    I felt strong in who I am, no matter who stood before me or walked by my booth.

    I am in a community where my sense of self was shattered and put back together.

    In the past the shattered self was too afraid to mix or present my new self to old relationships.

    Yesterday I felt strong as the lady in my quilts.

    I was dressed, as my daughter said, "Like an eccentric Artist"…and yet felt none of the old fears and self-doubts when faced with old church members.

    There was a peace within me.

    An acceptance of self…and no anger or disgust or other negative emotions towards them.

    In the past, I must have hated my abused self, my lack of self-worth etc…and those emotions were misdirected upon them.

    I just felt amazed at the peace within me.

    Perhaps not even peace; but joy of being me – completely and utterly Me.

    With no shame or parts of me I wanted to hide.

    While I thought it was "My Lady"  at the Art Affair…and her debut….it was actually Mine.   

    The Art was the backdrop…to Me.

    Putting yourself on display by the Art you do.

    A woman had said to me, "In order to display your art, you have to be completely okay with who you are and have no secrets."  Another one said, "You can't be anal to do what you do."  And, then she glanced down at my stripped leggings and smiled.  "You aren't in a box…at all."

    What a great full circle moment…stepping back onstage as Me.

    Okay, and at full peace; bubbling with Joy!

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    In the past, I believe that I felt I needed to apologize for who I was, what I did, do and have done.  I had to adjust and excuse myself and my art to fit into their approval etc.

    Yesterday, I was fully unabashedly Me.

    Me…as Me; My Lady…

    I felt that I was no longer hiding behind my Art; but had stepped out in front of it.

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  • Keweenaw Art Affair!

    This coming Saturday, I will be in the Keweenaw Art Affair.  It is the first Art Show that My Lady will be in.  This seemed hard to believe.  

    When I look at the vast amount of quilts I have created…it doesn't seem possible that I have sold so many without doing Art Shows.

    It will be fun to see my booth bursting with My Ladies.

    The person I am today – compared to who I was when I did craft shows is completely different. 

    There is depth and messages hidden in my art and I have a whole inner landscape that I have explored and shared.

    In the past, it was about ME and then the Art.

    This time, I feel like I am the front man (woman) for My Lady.

    That she is the main feature.

    I have been so busy with my Art – I hadn't really thought about the Art Affair.

    My Lady is going to the Art Affair.

    She is bringing along;

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    She speaks to women of all ages and walks of life…sharing empowerment and joy!

    I am excited at the prospect of being present when others meet her.

    In the past, I have dropped her off and she entertained others in stores, cafes and galleries and local health care offices.

    Although, she and I were at a Gala together….and we had a reception; but those both were focused more on me…and she the sidekick.

    This time, she is the Star and the Art.

    I look forward to those who will be meeting her for the first time as well as others who are quite familiar with us both.

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    See you at the Keweenaw Art Affair!

     

  • Who are lost

    Once again I have misunderstood, or failed to appreciate, the spectrum and the effects of being abused.   How some lives are beyond difficult to manage and how others never reach a place of peace and wellness.  

    Peace and wellness or even wholeness comes in waves and spurts…starts and stops.  What I didn't know, is that while I feel I have been able to continue rising….others are left with an awkward life.

    A life that is very difficult to live.

    A life that doesn't appear to improve….but is maintained.

    My ability to work, to have a loving relationship, to create art, to do yoga, to speak my truth, to speak out loud, to exit toxic relationships, to honor others when they need space, to grant me space, to try new things, to travel, to write, to change the pattern of my childhood, to grow emotionally beyond my abuse, to intellectually expand my awareness, to connect with others…etc, all this wealth is beyond what many experience AFTER abuse.

    Some get left broken.

    I am damaged; but have been able to rise to a place that the abuse doesn't live out my life.

    I don't know the difference between us…How I was able to wriggle free of so many constraints that hold them prisoner.  Fears, anxiety, depression, addictions, to name a few.

    My main effect was denial.

    And, the only way out of denial is to embrace reality and truth.

    In doing so, I have lost many relationships.

    But, I feel that having a strong hold on reality spares me the side-effects of denial.

    I had a few sorrowful days, as I listened to "Just Mercy" by Bryan Stevenson.  Hearing about so many who are in prison…whose lives of abuse had terrible side-effects.

    I think, I thought….it was possible for all to reach a state of wellness/wholeness/peace/reality/love/harmony of mind, body and soul.

    When in fact, some of the damage is just too deep.

    This book also shows that evil isn't only the abusers, but that there are so many who fail to adhere to the truth and justice of life.  And, yet they hold a place in society that wields power over victims of crimes…many who are victims of abuse.

    The abuse after abuse is when others don't recognize the truth…and/or believe it.

    I felt the heavy burden of humanity.  The wrongs committed by far to many people.

    I am grateful beyond words where I ended up.

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    The things I lost….were nothing compared to what I have been able to hold onto…my peace, my love, my joy, my body, my mind, and my soul.  

    "I have lost the world; but have found Me.

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    I have found my strength, my courage and fearlessness…while others remain behind the gate to freedom…broken and too cripple to find themselves.

    Grateful…is too small of a word for what I feel.

    Just Mercy for those who are lost.

     

     

  • Save Themselves

    "Kicking the drug of Certainty..." was a phrase in Gloria Steinem's book "My Life on the Road".

    If you sit down with the concept of certainty, or perhaps your belief in whatever you are certain about, it shuts down anything that is different.

    What are you certain of?

    How much of your life is open to the unknown and how willing are you to drop your certainty.

    I lived a very certain life for 46 years.  I found comfort in believing wholeheartedly in things I put certainty upon.  I wouldn't have called it a drug; but I totally relied upon being certain.  Being certain IS where the value lay in the church.

    Certain that it was the only church heading towards heaven.

    Certain that it was the only right religion.

    Certain in the power of forgiveness of sins.

    Certain of the morals and values of its members.

    Certain that my mother held high morals and high values…I could trust her to do what was right; always.

    Certainty lived outside of me.  I just had to believe in those certainties.

    My inner constitution and support leaned heavily upon these certainties.

    I based my life upon these certainties.

    I saw life from this certain position.

    If there was any doubts about these things…it was often my lack of faith in them.  But, certainly not them.

    I can now see how a child is schooled into believing upon certainty…and the things that his parents are certain about become his.  We are given this drug at a very early age and base our knowledge of the world from this vantage point.

    We live comfortable with a certain set of certainties that keep our world upright.

    If and when, these certainties are challenged…we are challenged.

    I didn't have a separate independent self that saw the world; I saw from the collective opinions of others that schooled me.

    Perhaps what made me more faithful upon these ideals, was the lack of my own.

    I have been pondering the Faithful Women of the FALC and what if anything I can say or do; to rattle their certainty.

    It absolutely appears that they are drugged by certainty….and unable to make conscious choices or to move freely.

    This is astounding to me and also very affirming of my first 46 years on the planet.

    When Gloria speaks about "Reproductive Freedom" it is much broader than the right to abortions.  It is the right to your sexual organs.

    The women of the church are certain that they have no rights where their reproductive organs are concerned.  It isn't theirs.

    What this means is that someone else owns them.

    They don't have the right to protest or stand up for them.

    This is just one point they are certain on…and have given that right away.

    Again, it appears they were given this drug slowly insidiously from a very young age until now they are dependent upon it.

    Their certainty needs this…in order for their lives to make sense.

    My coming in and trying to shake their certainty…is a withdrawal from what they have known.

    They will have to now become 'uncertain' and that feels powerless….EVEN though they have lived without the rights to their own bodies…being uncertain leaves them in fear.

    They have been powerless but did not know it.   Their only power was in being certain.

    When I take away their certainty; they are left with nothing.

    Their loyalties lie with those who want them to remain powerless.

    And, they turn away from me.  Become silent.

    The only way you can become so certain, is to be taught these ideals at  a young age; to be raised in this culture and segregated from the outside.  Or as Martha Beck says, "Born in captivity."

    There are a few things that appear to be quite certain.

    That as long as the church members willingly hold on to their certainties and remain unmoved by evil in their midst….evil with flourish.

    As long as women give up their rights to their own bodies; they are not free…and are powerless.

    If the very doorway to their femininity isn't theirs…how can they celebrate being feminine.

    I looked up the word "Femininity"

    "the quality of being female; womanliness. "She celebrates her femininity by wearing make-up and high heels."

    How do the women of the church celebrate their own feminine natures; when they are unable to even own their reproductive organs, let alone the freedom to wear make up and decorate themselves etc?

    Are they certain about giving up their rights?

    If they have given up their rights; how will they be able to champion the rights of their own children?

    Do you not have to be free before you can try and free another?

    Can you be two free birds in the same cage certainty?

    A certainty that you see as worthy, and it sees you worthless.

    Can the worthless wretched souls…save anyone?

    When, in fact…they can't even save themselves.

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  • Able to live.

    "I am living my mother's un-lived life"  Gloria Steinem

    While listening to Gloria speak to Oprah…I heard her say these words.

    I know this to be true.

    There is a life that is beyond what we set out doing.

    A life that isn't bound by religion.

    Tied to family's perceived obligations.

    Where being responsible blocks the roads to a life we want to live.

    I also recognize that this sentiment may not enter into your awareness until you are older; when the life you lived and are living isn't the ones of your dreams. Where you dreams feel like distant memories.

    I can safely say that I had no grand visions of what my life would be…or even should be.  I was on a track of doing what was expected, and more importantly, what didn't upset the applecart. 

    I would say, I didn't freely consider Me and who that would look and present itself to the world.

    The choices I made were not conscious…in that I ever looked at how they would impact me; but rather each choice had a greater impact on my outer world and those around me.   I lived to serve others and to make things smoother- ironing out the wrinkles of other's bad choices.

    Is it a LIVED LIFE, if you use your life in a codependent way for others?

    Are you truly living your life; if none of your choices are solely based on your very own happiness?

    I believe there is a movement; an awakening of souls who crave to LIVE this life.

    Imagine the world where women are in control of their reproductive organs.  Isn't that odd that so many are not.  Literally; have no freedom to this.

    I know, that I have been seen as the mental one, the crazy lady who wants to destroy the church, religion and family.  When in actuality, I am trying to free women to live their own lives.  And, not be an appendage of the church and or mother.

    When some would say, "You are your mother's right hand…." it was literally true and her mind.  I was grown in her image; we moved as one.  And, I was also there to do much of what she didn't want to do or could handle or face etc.  I was groomed to be her front man to ward off so many things that would have over-burdened her.  

    And, the church owned much of my body.

    The un-lived life…is to be attached by invisible strings…to move only in step with the needs of church, faith, and family.

    The burden of this is beyond what my mind now can hold. 

    I cut the strings.

    I am no longer attached to anyone.

    I get to live the life that my mother wasn't able to live.

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  • Free Fall into Being Me!

     

    "After years of suppressing emotions and thoughts about abuse, I was disconnected from the parts of me that made me – Me.  Relationships are built through regular communication. Daily journaling has been an excellent way to build a new relationship with myself – a relationship that's founded on honesty and vulnerability. It's an opportunity to check in with myself every day and ask, "What am I feeling?" "What am I thinking about?" and "What matters to me?"   Christina Enevoldsen

     

    Christina's book "The Rescued Soul – a writing journal for the Healing of Incest and Family Betray, is a great tool that will be the conduit for reconnecting you to you.

    For you… to explore you.

    What is so interesting to me, is that in the first days and weeks after realizing I was a victim of sexual abuse….I wrote.

    I wrote and I wrote and I wrote.  

    What I didn't know, is that I was writing my way back to me.

    I also, was very anxious IF I didn't have a writing tool with me.

    I traveled with pencil and paper for years.

    Literally. 

    At one point, a sentiment arose "I am looking for myself, I don't know who I am or that I was even missing."

    It was completely accurate.

    Abuse and the survival personality that arises to live in an abusive home eclipses who we truly are.

    When we are made to hide our feelings and our emotions – we are literally losing ourself.

    When we are made to do things to make others happy at the cost of our own happiness; we are turning away from who we are.  

    Often these people pleasing survival skills create a whole persona that isn't us.

    I recall also waking up to me and looking around my home and I didn't see Me anywhere.  There was decorations and things around; but nothing that had a Feeling of Me in it.

    My survival self lived as me for 46 years.

    I am now 10 years old; going on 11.

    I love that I have been building a new relationship with me.

    This one is based on or built upon my ability to be completely and brutally honest with myself.  Even at the cost of losing relationships.

    My main, and first priority, is being true to me.

    It has been a wild, sorrowful, grief stricken, exciting, awe-inspiring, soul defining, courageous, free fall into being Me!

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