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  • All that you love!

    Summer Solstice is today!  

    Here is what I found that resonated with me.

    This makes Midsummer the ideal time to fully embrace everything that you love about life.

    During the summer solstice, the sun is shining bright, love is in the air, and the world is pregnant with pleasure and indulgence.

    Today is a perfect day to embrace all the things you love about life.

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    Family and all our times together.

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    As I look upon the month of June, I see how much of my life is circled around things I love, and there is very little of what I don't enjoy.

    On a podcast, I heard how we are often complacent in regards to our life.  How we manage our time isn't often with great intentions, or perhaps just the lack of saying yes, when we actually feel a strong no.

    Through the years I have gotten really good at voicing what I love and even better at saying no, to what I do not.

    Life isn't a dress rehearsal, it is moving along each day and being filled with things we say yes to.

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    We have to learn to take a pause and feel each request in our soul. Is this what I want to spend my life doing?  Is this the space I want to create for my family?  Does this feed my soul and bring energy to me?  Is what I am doing a reflection of my joy or the places I am complacent with my fears?

    I love the places I am okay moving into.  Places that are uncertain and unfamiliar and where I am eager to try.

     

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    May this solstice day be filled with everything you love about life!

    Tonight I am going on a camping trip with the ladies of WIND. A great circle of women who are living life in new directions, cultivating more of what they love, to live an enriched life.

    The perfect way to celebrate Summer Solstice!

    Here is to all that you love!

     

     

     

     

     

  • Beauty of movement.

    There is a belief that can stop me from enjoying life. A belief that I need to look a certain way, and that there is a right and perfect weight and size.  

    This image and ideal is so ingrained into our society, that we can't even expect or envision an alternative. Let alone celebrate it.

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    Wonder Wool Skirt – Skirt Sports with leggings!  I love these!

    This fake image can stand in front of you as a gate, blocking you from just enjoying life. Loving what your body can do, and celebrating that.

    Media and advertisers have been partially to blame for this, but so have many women who believe its truth and strive to achieve size above all things. Who let their fake failure snap away joy from life.

    Mirna Valerio is a woman who is breaking down this fake image of what we are supposed to look like in order to be out there enjoying life. She loves to ultra marathons and trail running and is a shining example of body size doesn't mean

    https://www.instagram.com/themirnavator/?hl=en

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    Reflective Safety Jacket – skirt sports

    Each time I am out on my bike and I appear bigger than many who typically ride, I believe I am showing others, it is possible to ride bikes no matter your size.

    And, actually in all the physical spaces. Okay, and not physical spaces. It is very important to own and feel completely okay being who you are.

    It is so silly to be upset that you are not a fake size.

    There are a few companies that recognizes women of all sizes enjoy being active and outside.

    https://www.skirtsports.com   and https://nuu-muu.com

    These companies make me feel like I do belong out there. I have outfits that make my outdoor experience so much more enjoyable. 

    The bottom line is that we all are unique and beautiful in our own ways. I will not let the image others believe of me, stop me from being outside and enjoying all the new places being active has brought me.

    My size hasn't changed, but my view of myself has.  And, my view of life.

    I love that my seasons are now viewed by all the activities I enjoy.

    Do not let the fake image in your mind keep you from the beauty of movement.

     

     

     

     

     

  • Freedom to be.

    Memorial Day is often about those who fought for our freedom, and less about whether we are using the Freedom they fought for.  If we are trying to eliminate freedoms from others, what did they fight for?

    It seems that we want freedom for others, as long as those freedoms align with our beliefs.

    We want others to be free to be just like us.

     

    What if we instead allowed others to be free.

    Truly free.

    Free to be unlike us.

    Free to believe differently.

    Free to look differently

    Free to be religious or spiritual in ways they find peace, not in your God's Peace.

    Free to do what is right in their lives, with their own bodies and to celebrate love in ways they feel most loved.

    How broad is your sense of freedom?

    Whose freedom are you trying to control in order for your beliefs to be right.

     

    I became much less judgmental after losing my religion.

    And, the less control I want over others, the more allowing I can be.

     

    The more I want to be me with integrity, the more I want to honor others and their paths.

    I don't have to agree with everyone.

    I don't have to like everyone.

    I however, want everyone to be free to be themselves.

    Regardless of how it appears to me and the rest of the world.

    Many have died for our freedom, so let's allow each of us the freedom to be!

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  • Allowed in our lives.

    There is a wall of inertia surrounding an abused child. Many immobile adults who are standing between the child and their freedom, and yet we as a society are wanting the child to speak up. To tell.  And, to keep telling until someone hears.

    We are placing the blame upon the child to end the inertia surrounding the act of criminal sexual assault of a child.

    The child is the one who has to keep telling in order to get the adults moving.

    To speak louder, to try harder, to be more eloquent, and unless you can be heard, you are the reason that your perpetrator will act again.

     

    When will we as a society look at the wall of inertia.

    What we are also believing is that the wall of inertia contains adults WHO DON’T KNOW.

    I am beginning to believe, it is very rare for a case about sexual abuse upon a child, to be unknown.  Someone knows, someone has been told, but that someone choses to not to believe, or believes, but Choses to not move on it.

    In order to eradicate sexual abuse or abuse against children we need to bang on the wall of inertia.  And, make it a crime to know and do nothing.

    This wall of inertia appears to be deaf and blind. It appears to not know what is happening. It appears to not care what is happening. It appears that the lives of the children do not matter. It appears insane at best.

    I can’t know what will begin to break down this inertia, what will start to make adults see the child over their own needs.  What will it take?

    For sadly, in most cases, the perpetrator IS someone the child knows. Someone in the inner circle of the family.  Which is partly to blame for the inertia. What person wants to act like they believe their family member or friend IS a criminal? Who wants to act like that criminal should not be around children, perhaps be arrested and put in jail. Which of your family members do you want to see this happen to. What priest of yours do you want to see behind bars.

    WE don’t move, because we love them, trust them and  they are our family or friends.

    And we pretend, that if we can have the children speak louder and clearer to someone who will have the courage to put them in jail, we can end abuse.

    WE don’t want to look at ourselves. WE don’t want to see how our own boundaries are weak and where we do not hold others accountable for their actions.

    WE don’t want to see how our relationships have many places where we did not do the right thing, but the easy thing and overlook and look around poor behavior.

    Let us please instead, look at the child behind our wall of inertia.

    We don’t want to move or act or speak of abuse, BUT we expect a child to do it for us.

     

    It is time for us to stop blaming the child for our inertia.

    As adults we have the responsibility for our actions or the lack thereof.

    We are the ones who place boundaries, not the children.

    It is not up to the children to end abuse.

    It is up to the adults in their lives to stop engaging with adults who hurt children.

     

    I want to give permission to the children who have suffered sexual abuse to just be.  It isn’t your fault. You are free from blame. We have been looking in the wrong direction for much too long.

     

    We instead need to look intensely at the adult surrounding the child.

    We rarely look upward to see those surround the child and what they are doing or not doing and more WHY?

    Why is there a wall of inertia around a child who has been assaulted?

    The child in the middle is merely showing us the truth of what we have allowed in our lives.

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  • Living is About

    I misspoke in my last blog, about Mothers who suffer to do right by their children. I do not believe this is true. It isn't suffering as we think of suffering. It feels so different. It feels constructive and empowering – while being hard and tiring.

    I believe that women who are unable to find the courage to do right by their children will suffer much more. They may even experience becoming estranged from them, due to their lack of seeing their child's needs.

    The un-natural mothering of being so self-absorbed is the cause to much suffering.

    What I believe to be true, is that neither is easy, but one will have the outcome of a child who feels connected to their parent.

    Part of the dysfunctional family is self-absorption, due to their own childhood trauma.  And, they then in turn mother in a motherless way.  Leaving their child feeling unseen, just as they were unseen.  Hence the cycle of dysfunctional legacy.

    Being so self absorbed, that you can't see your own child, is a blindness to other's needs and this itself IS a sign of your own abuse.  Your inability to put aside your own life routine, in order to take care of your child's needs.

    I am privilege to know grandmothers who are contributing greatly to the lives of their grandchildren, due to the needs of their own children. They are easing the burden of childcare, in order to make less stress upon their child -while making their own lives MORE stressful.  And, more adventurous and living with the purpose of love of their child and grandchild.

    What I see is that the wisdom of their own lives, flowing down to the next two generations.

    A grandmother who  steps in with grace.

    Life is about exchanges. 

    Like I have written about caring for my granddaughter, there are times when the selfish part of me wants its attention.  However, its needs are so empty compared to the rewards I have gotten being a bigger part of my daughter and granddaughters life.

    There is a cost on both ends, whether your self absorption doesn't allow you to place the long term wellness of your child ahead of your own. It is my belief, you will lose the real connection of seeing you child and being seen by your child.

    I see you and you matter to me, is priceless.

    As grandmothers who have raised children, often our siblings and then our own, we are just plum tired of the idea of taking care.  However, what I have found on this third time around, that I can teach and play during out time together.

    We are both excited about the hours we spend, either doing art, hiking, snowshoeing, hiking and now biking. What a gift I have been given.  

    It isn't easy to navigate free of the selfishness and self-absorption that being unseen by our mothers caused.  We wrongly believe that being selfish is self loving. 

    I am not certain I can articulate the depth and breadth of transcending this entails.

    To ignore or quiet the neglected self and reach out to help another.

    And, I believe we can still whine about being tired. 

    We are. 

    It isn't easy.  

    And, don't they often say the harder road is one where change happens.

    The easy road is to do what was done to you.

    Anyway.  

    Happy Mother's Day to the badass grandmothers who are kicking it.

    Who are not only watching their grandchildren, but are outside doing fun things!

    We are rewarded with the awesome relationship we have with this child.

    I mean – I am one of her Besties!

    And, more I know at the end of the day, I am doing my utter best to do what I can to fulfill a need that wasn't planned.

    The slower pace of being old, often matches the slower pace of being young.

    We also get a chance at another childhood, at a slower pace and with more wisdom to realize the small things are what living is about.

     

     

  • With You Always

    I sit between two mothers – my mother and my daughter.

    The past meets the present, and flows into the future.

    I have lived long enough to see the legacy living itself out.

    I know what I needed and I know what I needed to do.

     

    As Mother's day approaches, it is always bitter sweet.  

    Looking up at the one who came before me, I find the empty spot.  Most will look back fondly with remembrance, the estranged look back and feel pain. We are reminded what wasn't there, by those who celebrate what was.

    Being her daughter who is a mother, I then have to turn to me.

    Who am I as a woman?

    Am I the woman I needed her to be?

    The attempts I have made to fill the space often seems to fall short. The gap was so empty of the things that really mattered.

    Some may say that the basics of life are food, shelter and clothing.

    I had those things.

    What I perhaps needed more, was someone to see me and show me that I mattered.

    That I mattered enough for her to stop her world when she knew abuse was happening. It leaves my heart feeling hollow.

    How do I celebrate that on Mother's Day? 

     

    I celebrate what I did when I knew abuse was happening.

    I celebrate how I stopped my world.

    I celebrate how I fell apart.

    I celebrate how much my children mattered.

    They mattered enough for me to become estranged.

    I loved them more.

     

    And, I look at the mother who came after me.

    My daughter.

     

    She mothers in a soft way. 

    She sees her daughter and her needs. 

    She matters to her on a level that is beyond what the heart can hold.

    Her actions show love.

     

    And, we are catching a glimpse at what we both have passed on down to my granddaughter, who I believe is reaping what we sowed. 

    I am seeing my legacy flowering into a pattern of beautiful knowing she matters.

     

    There are mother's whose actions are remarkable. Who have put there children first no matter what.  These are the mother's whose love knew no bounds or limits and they suffered in order for their children to have a better life. They are the badass women I celebrate on Mother's Day.

     

    Being estranged I feel multiple feelings, but mostly I feel that the choices I made may not always make sense to others. But they have always made sense to the child within me.

    She knew she mattered by the choices I made.

    I mothered her, and she too flowered into a woman I am proud to be.

    Happy Mother's day!

     

    To the many children out there who have lost beautiful souls as mothers. I want you to know, how special it is for you to have a heart full of memories, knowing you mattered. What an incredible gift you were given.  The love you feel will be with you always.

     

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  • Your True Self

    My husband has been married to two women in our 32 year marriage, both lived in the same body, and their lives are so different.

    How do you explain the two of me?

    From brainwashed, to open mind.

    The contrasts from the inside go from tight constriction, to breathtaking expansion.

     

    Void of deep feelings and vulnerable connections, into a deep understanding of myself; my body, mind and soul.

    From colorless to colorful.

    Meaningless to deep meaning.

     

    The woman he married lived with fear as her driving force. Rules and sins defined her, in how she saw the world, herself and others. 

    The only way I can really see and understand her today, is to be with women who are still living in the confines of their religious mind. Compound that with affects of being abused.

    Looking back, I believe I was drawn to the opposite of me.

    My husband's unwillingness to be ruled by rules. His effortlessness to be himself always.  He lived by kindness and a warm heart. He wasn't going to fit into a small box of conformity.

    He actually was my guiding light, as I integrated my truths and dared to live outside of any religion.

    He didn't need anyone telling him how to feel, how to live, how to be himself.

    He knew himself and was just that.

    He has always been comfortable with authentic people regardless of how they express themselves. 

    He accepted and loved me as a religious woman, who believed she had high morals and values. I believed back then, that I was living my truth. And, perhaps I was.  

    The sign I was abused, was that I came from dysfunction and didn't know it. My unawareness of my truths.

     

    I was 46 years old and had been married for 18 years, when I discovered the truth within me. The life changing discovering that I was a victim of sexual abuse. We, at that time, thought we had a good marriage, and that we were in a good place.

     

    A new woman was born in that moment, and we both had to be open to who she was.

    What would this new woman need, and be, and love?

    We placed our marriage on the floor to give ourselves time and space to explore how she would fit into the world we had created without her.

    It is still amazing to me, for it was quite terrifying to be her.

    I was learning where I truly came from and the truths of my pasts and who I was. And, the horrifying understanding, that I didn't know me. 

    Not the real me, the me who was abused and how it affected and directed who I was.

     

    Bringing in the whole truth of me into an already running life, was a very challenging, exciting, and daunting task.

    I didn't know which parts of my life were authentic or just an un-natural response to abuse.

     

    The woman who grew from each choice I made was one that naturally fit in with my husband.

    A woman who unabashedly was herself, uncompromisingly so.  There isn't a part of me that is built for the comfort of others. 

    While this may seem harsh, it really is quite freeing to be with someone who doesn't need you to complete them. There is no part of me that is upheld with how others act or behave.

    Love to me is being free to be yourself.

    Love doesn't try to shape you or model you into something else.

    The reason that our love works, is that it accepts you as you are.

    And, this allows for expansion.

    It is boundary less.

    Perhaps the only rule of our marriage is to be yourself. We can tell immediately when one of us is off – when we are not being true to who we are.

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    We were married at my parents home with just immediate family.

    Here is a picture I gave him while we were dating.

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    He and I both had no idea where our lives would lead us, and how much I would change.

    Even in my wildest of dreams would I ever have dreamed I would be where I am today.

    I was authentic as a religious person and one who didn't know her own truth.

    Authentically in denial.

     

    I am at peace with the woman I have become and thank the woman I was, for she allowed me to survive.

    I believe the strength of any relationship is valued by how much you can be your true self.

     

     

     

     

     

  • When You Are Uncertain.

    I have been trying to write out the contents of anxiety, and how the thoughts were the opposite of reality, like it was trying to predict the unpredictable, but with a very heavy overtone of negativity that would leave me in worse shape than I was in.

    I then thought to look up the word and see what the correct definition was.

    Anxiety – "a feeling of worry, nervousness, or unease, typically about an imminent event or something with an uncertain outcome."

    Feeling nervous or unease about an uncertain outcome – strikes me the most.

    I can see how family focused events, evoke uncertainty within.  

    Not only is a spotlight upon my estrangement, it seems to be questioning my certainty.  Challenging my new boundaries, even if they are just thoughts, and not outright challenges any more.  And perhaps the latest sibling encounter was still ringing in my ears.

    What I also know, is that uncertainty feeds into any other areas, where I am feeling a bit off. Where I am feeling overwhelmed, naturally.

    In anxiety, the past and present get all messed up.

    Feelings of uncertainty land upon things that are innocent, IF I am not careful.

    New patterns are made up of uncertainty.  It has not been done before in my family.

    I am the black sheep the odd man out, the changeling.

    There isn't a certain path I am walking.

     

    So the natural feelings of being uncertain in a new endeavor, clings on things I can see in this moment in time. Like a heat seeking missile it will find things that I can put my anxiety upon. Which IS I am looking to control as much as I can, to downgrade the feelings of anxiety.

    Such as "my husband should be helping me clean and not be working on a tractor." I want to control his life by making him do my life, in my insane thinking mind.

    I can create a story that ends up with him becoming an asshole.  Instead of a very happy man, who is excited to get a tractor running. A man who has watched his little granddaughter for most of the day.  A man who truly wants his family happy and well cared for. A man who asks for very little. I can take the certainty of him and create an image that is the complete opposite. 

    In the space of few hours, I created similar stories of untruth that overshadowed beautiful realities.

    The truth is being estranged from a family will bring uncertainties. We can't know where we are going for we are doing something different. 

    When I feel the most uncertain, I look to control in anyway I can.

    However, in the quest for control, my thoughts are not look deeply or widely. They just want what they want right now.

    Luckily, I worked alone on the house and let my husband to his glory.  He never knew what my thoughts were saying, I blissfully didn't have the opportunity to spill them onto him.

    After working on chores, my mind saw I wasn't going to follow its lead. I allowed the feelings of uncertainty stay with me. Anxiety and I worked together.

     

    Now, a day after the holiday. The threat of being judged for not being part of my family of origin has passed, and with it the anxiety is gone.

    What is so odd, is that I know I can answer any question relating to my absence from my family. This isn't a trick question that I can't answer.  

    It may be that I have the anxiety or uncertainty how I am viewed for being estranged from so many. I don't know which avenue of uncertainty was feeding me. 

    All I do know, is that anxiety is often a normal respond to an uncertain outcome in reality at this moment or it can be a time traveler about other past uncertain holidays.

     

    What I do know, is that you can learn from anxiety, and you can investigate your reality to find a source, or ask yourself "what am I really uncertain about?"

    What I also know, is that I am not really uncertain about me.

    I am living as close to my truth as possible.

     

    I know there are places where I am now being challenged to live my new pattern, and where my old selfish tendencies would like to reign. The short term gratification is going unfulfilled to accomplish long term change.

    I have been around children my whole life.  I have been responsible for kids since I was about 7, and now life circumstances are that we can help my daughter.  The selfish part of me, wants no part of this, especially when I am tired.  The new pattern of me, knows this is a growth area.  It is where I can literally change the legacy of the women in my area of influence. To put aside my temporary needs for long term affects.

    My daughter and granddaughter and the daughters that follow will model selflessness.

    They will make choices that will have long term affects in the well being of their children.

    What I learned most from my mother was selfishness.

    When I am overtired, this feeling arises.

    It stunts the growth of children.

    I have had to look at my selfish needs in certain moments and when they stand alone against the distance of time, they are so petty.

    When I then look at the gift I have been given to be involved in the care of my granddaughter and how it will affect her life, it is beyond what I can articulate.

    This morning she said again to me, "We are besties, cause we like so many of the same things." 

    I guess the bottom line of anxiety for me is that have I changed enough?

    Did I make enough changes to change the legacy for my family?

    This for sure is my greatest concern, to not repeat the cycle of abuse.

    Being selfish, is one of the biggest hurdles in setting a new pattern.

    It can look like self love.

     

    And anxiety is natural in new patterns.

    Oh, and the other definition of anxiety is "desire to do something, typically accompanied by unease."

    When you are trying to redo family holidays, this too would be a natural response. 

    As long as there are not disproportionately amounts of anxiety, it is a healthy emotion to have when your are uncertain.

     

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    It's no wonder that I am comfortable in art, which too has an uncertain outcome, for in creating new patterns in life, I am getting practice in uncertainty.

  • Be my guest

    On the eve of Easter, my anxiety rose and my irrational thoughts swept in and out of my world. The idea of a holiday and all its trappings seemed too much. I wanted to cancel and be alone.

    My mind eagerly came up with a ton of things to blame for my anxiety.

    The list is long and false.

    After a few hours of cleaning, and getting my home in order, I felt more in control.

    My mind was sorted out too.

    I had heard about triggers, and how we often think they are trauma sounding, and not so familiar as FAMILY.

    Or, holiday.

    Unbeknownst to me, just the idea of getting ready for a holiday is triggering for me.

    It isn't my children, but the way it amplifies my estrangement.

    Even while focusing on this house, I feel the emptiness surrounding me.

    And, it leaves me feeling ungrounded.

    It challenges my stance and my peace.

     

    Even now this many years later, family holidays are unsettling.

     

    I believe, that this will always be the case.

    That I will never be able to forget and will always feel this anxiety during the holidays.

    The ghosts of the pasts.

    It isn't even so much the memories, but the reality of our partings and more, the silence of our now.

    Family has lost its innocence.

    And, holidays are much more complicated, and I will have to prepare myself better for them.

    Even to get the cause of the anxiety put in its proper container, so I don't spread my angst upon the innocent family in my home.

    This is why I am sure, that what pain we don't heal is spread down to the next generation.

    For, the inside of me was roiling with feelings and my mind was wanting them to land upon something in my present.  And yet, it was the pain of the past visiting me in my present.

    Holidays are complicated as your relationships with your family.

    What I am so overly grateful for, is that I am at peace with my family.

    The the relationships in my home are not anxiety ridden.

    I will have to find time for me in the midst of holiday prep. This is a time I need more care than normal.  I need to make room for the anxiety of estrangement.

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    It will always be part of me.

    The part that made me stronger and empowered.

    It is okay.

    You can come and sit with me.

    There is room for all my feelings and emotions.

    Anxiety is a reminder of our reality. It isn't good or bad, it just is.

    Often anxiety pulls my glance backward and steals my present.

    And, when I am taking care of me, I can bring me to the present and be with my family in my home.

    Anxiety will be my guest.

  • I Am Honored to Know You

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    I am honored, to be honored.

    Dial Help, was one of the first agencies that I worked with. An-gel was the first person I met there and together we began WIND – Women In New Directions, which is now in its 5th year.  There are so many women I would never have met had this not began. Women who are active and creative, who push through life's difficulties to try new adventures. Together we have grown in new directions.

    The me who entered their offices, who spoke at their Gala, who donated journals, who even took their course on becoming a sexual assault victim's advocate, etc, is not who I am today.

    Back then, I was just beginning to share my story in public. I was so naive to so many parts of the victim's journey into becoming.

    Looking back now, I can see that being believed and heard, was a huge part of my trusting them. So often, children of sexual abuse by a family member are not believed.

    Even if they are believed, there are no actions showing this is so. And, that leaves the child feeling their words were not 'believable enough' that somehow we failed to articulate our truth.

    It was through Dial Help, that I met Tom Rosemurgy, a Detective at the time for Houghton County.  He and I discussed my father's evidence and court papers. It was so affirming to me, to sit with the law of the land and hear their side.  Tom also loved my art and was a great supporter of that too. 

    What victims of abuse need to feel is that they matter.

    Dial Help and Tom didn't change my past, but they did validate where I stood.  And in doing so, I was asked to be part of other helping organizations.

    Joe Freed, was another great cheerleader. He worked at Copper Country Mental Health. And, he not only believed in me, he treated me as an equal and he too Loved my art. He understood more, because of where he walked.  

    It is the individuals within these organizations that make all the difference. 

    They believe we can before we believe.

    And, in doing so we reach higher than we ever imagined.

    As victims, we pass through different stages and some of us may use many organizations for help. They are not meant as stopping off places, but places for us to gain wisdom and energy to continue on. Places where we can safely wrestle with our truths of trauma.

    Each has held my hand for awhile and then released me, stronger than when we met.

    Their handprint upon my journey is indelible. 

    Those of you who have held my hand each time you heard my truth, I sincerely thank you.

    I am honored to know you.