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  • Rachael Denhollander posted that she will be speaking at an event that is titled "Can we reconcile Justice and Forgiveness" – I look forward to seeing what she has to say, hopefully it will be recorded and posted on YouTube.

    I would like to take a stab at that talk.

    First of all, are the definitions even similar? Can you find a common denominator?

    Justice -  the process or result of using laws to fairly judge and punish crimes and criminals.

     Forgiveness – the action or process of forgiving or being forgiven. Synonyms -pardon, absolution, exoneration, remission, dispensation, mercy.

    Justice is about fair judgement and punishment

    Forgiveness is about exoneration and mercy; to pardon the behavior.

    I do not see a common denominator; a meeting place to begin.

    The church wants to pardon without a trial.

    Yet, as I wrote that, often sexual assault cases rarely are tried, so perhaps they both are in the business of pardoning.

    I am hopeful that the more victims speak up and come forth – we become a force to be reckoned with. 

    It will be interesting to see if Rachael is trying to find a way for the religious folk to become educated about justice over forgiveness or in what direction she will go.

    The only way I can see forgiveness is to accept that the past cannot be changed; to recognize the crime and criminal. And sadly, the courts in the land are often used to pardon the criminals in sexual abuse crimes. For it is a he said, she said.  And, the victims are often judged more harshly than the perpetrators.

    Both sides, in my opinion, need to reconcile in what is a better way to address victims, and to stop the long life of pedophiles.

    This reminds me of seeing if there was a common denominator between a father and a pedophile.  I haven't found one yet.

    So can we reconcile Justice and Forgiveness?

    IMG_4471 Rachael Denhollander, the first woman to speak publicly and file a police report against the most prolific pedophile in sport's history, Larry Nassar.

  • Your life is your reality at this moment.  It changes as things in your life change.

    I was a woman who had a bad hip; but was able to live her life relatively "normal". There were getting to be more and more restrictions and limitations; led by pain.

    Now, I am on the other side of surgery. The surgery that I worked out for, the surgery that I lived carefully for, surgery that I needed to stay healthy for…the surgery was the goal.  

    Goal accomplished.

    I now have to set a new goal.

    My past few days are a blur of moving from chair to couch to chair to couch to eventually bed. 

    Sedative to say the least.

    Pills and water, food and time.

    Time to do what?

    What to do from a chair or couch.

    Can there be a better goal for the down time I am gifted?

    I felt a bit better yesterday and decide to make a book.

    A picture and word book for my granddaughter and I.

    This brought me into a new space while sitting or lying down.

    So my new goal will be to keep my mind entertained in exciting ways while sitting or lying down.

    It is as if my new world has a crisper focus.

    For a few days, I felt lost in the nothingness of sitting.

    I had to remember to be creative.

    I don't want this time to be just days and hours of space staring.

    I have been given a respite from the daily tossing of mail.

    The luxury of being home.

    For days at a time.

    The new me will be a woman in downtime mode.

    Resting and recovering for future busy time.

    My pain already is less.

    My mind less foggy, due to less pain pills.

    Apathy is replaced with things I can do sitting down.

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    A book of Grandma Beth and Sylvi seems like a fun place to start!

  • It was a weird feeling to lay on a gurney saying good-bye to an original body part.  To let a piece of you go.  I was grateful to my hip that it carried me to this point.  For months I worried that it wasn't strong enough to make it; but it had.  Through all the pain, it held me upright while I worked, snowshoed and hiked. Yet saying good-bye was a bit emotional, knowing it had done its best but it was time to go. It had brought me to the finish line. I was in line for an operating room.

    And, it was equally odd to try and set the tone to accept a piece of hardware that wasn't a living source.  I told my cells to accept this new titanium hip. That this new one will carry us on more adventures and let us live with less pain.

    I knew it would be a shock to us all.

    As I entered into the operating room, the first person I saw was dressed in a hazmat suit with shield and full body coverings.  A gizmo that looked like a torture piece….and then I said, "While curious, it is best I not see anymore."

    A shot was given to numb me from the waist down, and medicine was administered to put me to sleep. I watched the needle go into my IV and then I was awakened in recovery.

    The exchange had happened. Out with the old in with the new, while I slept.

    Oddly enough all that I feel is missing is that old pain.

    I recognize the new hip by new pain.

    Evidence of surgery is a small bandaged area in my upper thigh and lower belly.

    Granted it is ouchy when I move or try to lift that leg into bed, and when I go up and down steps and sometimes when I walk.  It is a different kind of pain.

    And, I am still on painkillers. So, we can't know the real story yet.

    All my worries were unfounded.  I am much less handicapped than I had imagined.

    I do need others to carry my walker from level to level.  I have tools that assist me in getting dressed or picking up stuff out of my reach.

    I am learning to receive help.  I have friends who are helping with meals. I live with wonderful caregivers. I am grateful I have help as I transition from old hip to new.

    On our drive home we stopped a small diner for a late lunch and I was greeted by a non-handicapped bathroom. One where my walker wouldn't even fit in and the seat was very low.  I managed; but with pain.  You don't really appreciate the luxury of handicapped stalls until you need one.

    It was amazing to me, that 4 hours after getting the new hip I was walking with assistance from my walker.  I was moving, standing and putting weight on the new leg!

    And, 24 hours later, I was discharged to go home and rest and heal.

    I sleep really well, better than with my old hip.

    I was given the license to be lazy.  I can only be up and about 10 minutes out of every hour. I have to do my exercise twice a day and elevate my legs three times a day.

    I am still on lots of meds, so I am fairly sleepy.

    I am allowing my body to heal from the shock of replacement.

    I am learning to receive and be the care of the caregivers.

    I feel hopeful that the new hip and I will go many places and experience an adventurous life that my old hip could no longer give me.

     

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     My job is to listen to my body and surgeon for the best healing.

  • "Instead of getting into battles over control, we need to engage our children to work with us in a collaborative manner when there's a disagreement.  Notice that I said, "collaborative" and didn't use the word "compromise." When we compromise, we tend to compromise ourselves, selling ourselves out to one degree or another. Although almost everyone thinks people should compromise, to do this is a far cry from the win-win solutions that can be achieved when we move away from a combative or controlling approach and simply collaborate."

    "Compromise asks us to sacrifice, surrounding something that may be important to us. In contrast, negotiating in a collaborative manner involves seeking a solution that's win-win for everyone. The difference is that instead of trying to beat the other out of as much territory as possible, by collaboration we search for how everyone can get the best deal. There's no capitulation involved, since the point is to satisfy as many wishes of each individual as possible."

    "Compromise comes from a feeling of lack, whereas collaborative negotiation ask us to embrace the insights that life offers us infinite possibilities. When we collaborate, we don't harbor a feeling of scarcity.  Instead, we operate from the assumption that there's enough the universe to make us all happy and we just have to figure out the way to manifest this. When we start from a feeling of infinite possibilities, we quickly realize that there are all kinds of options, plenty of choices."

    "To negotiate collaboratively isn't about "keeping the peace," which is usually the reason people compromise themselves. To negotiate collaboratively doesn't eliminate conflict, and the sooner we learn to tolerate each other's different viewpoints, the more readily we will be able to brainstorm a way forward that works for all parties…."  Dr. Shefali Tsabary, Ph.D. "The Awakened Family"

     

    This way of working with each other when there is a disagreement will honor each person, instead of the push and pull of control to see who will release a part of themselves for compromise.

    I love how this works with the infinite possibilities compared to chopping away at the other person's sense of self.

    I believe the more we can stand fully in our own empowerment, and appreciate the same in others, we can then lean in to find a way to collaborate that will enhance all of our lives.

    I will no longer compromise; but gladly collaborate with you!

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  • “Trauma isn’t what happened to you, but what happens inside you.”

    Tim Ferris Podcast

    https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/dr-gabor-mate-new-paradigms-ayahuasca-redefining-addiction/id863897795?i=1000403111979&mt=2

    Above is a great podcast on trauma with Dr. Gabor Mate, it is long but has some good information.

    One point he made was "Trauma isn't what happened to you, but what happens inside you."

    This changes how we will look at abuse.

    Most often, I believe, folks will think, it happened along time ago, so just get over it.  But what they fail to appreciate what happened within us.

    It changes our insides, and not only the way we see ourselves; but the self that sees the world.

    Dr. Gabor spoke about there being two things our inner self needs as a child; one is attachment and the other is authenticity.

    And, when we have to lie to ourselves to be loved, we give up our authenticity.

    I know this to be true.

    In order for me to be accepted and part of the family unit, my truth had to be cast aside.

    And, oddly or perhaps not, when I stood by my self and my truth and began to live authentically, I lost the family.

    To live life disconnected from your authenticity, is to be set adrift without a self in the world. I know how this feels.  I lived like that for 46 years. I had no clue who the real me was and it was terrifying to disconnect from those I was attached to, because I didn't have a me to be attached to. 

    It is to be free floating for awhile.

    Exhilarating and terrifying at the same time.

    I am going to go find myself, I don't know who I am or even that I was missing.

    A great listen for there are many things we don't often hear about childhood trauma and the effects it creates as well as different treatments that are trying to reconnect us with ourselves. And, he also speaks about addictions.

    He also agrees with Alice Miller and loves her books. He references "The Gifted Child."

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    A few things I have learned about love…in no order of greatness.

    True love requires authenticity, any falseness weakens it.

    Love demands doing hard stuff. 

    Opening up the conversation about our differences. And, knowing when to leave, for self-love.

    Love is simple; when you allow yourself to be you.

    When you love yourself enough, you always know what to do.

    Love can hold sorrow, when it knows it was the right thing to do.

    Love is freedom.

    Love is art.

    Love is full acceptance of what is.

    Love is courage, for without courage, you can't be authentic or real or do hard things.

    Love loves joy and pleasure and deep hearted sorrow.

    It loves emotions; the voice of love.

    I didn't know love until I knew heartbreak.  And, then I knew what love wasn't.

    Love is like breath and personal to each of us.

    It may be the music of our soul.

    Love allows me to be me, imperfectly.

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    Being your true authentic self is being love in this world.  Happy Valentine's Day!  

     

     

     

     

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    It can be challenging to create a quilt that represents a feeling or emotion and for it also to look inspiring and not depressing, when the emotions are very soul engulfing.

    When we first speak up about our abuse, it is completely terrifying and liberating.

    The weight of what we have been dragging around, colors our view of life and self. 

    To even see a self separated from the abuse is a hard thing to conceptualize.

    I starred at the empty beach that held the "before" and then the two women in the water.

    I understood the freedom they felt and I know the weight of abuse, but how to depict what Judge Aquilina told the girls?

    I first thought of words, that portrayed abuse, and then the idea of rocks came – rocks with words??? 

    Or, just a pile of rocks.

     

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    Is this one pile, just hers – how much do each of us carry when our abuse goes un-noticed or disbelieved?

    Does it grow as we grow?

    Is our soul eclipsed by the weight of carrying the burden of the untold story?

    I believe the weight we carry is the truth that completely opposes reality.

    We carry it until we find someone who will allow us to unburden ourselves.

    Someone who will allow us to lay down our reality, upon a "perfect" institution, family or church.

    They allow our truth to be added, regardless of the cost; Whose reputation is soiled, or whose value is decreased.

    The truth is allowed to just enter in.

    We can lay it down.

    Others will now carry part of our pain.

     

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  • Sunday Art for Judge Aquilina.

    Today's Sunday Art, I wanted to try and depict the sentiment of Judge Aquilina's step into unchartered waters, opening up space for so many victims to break their silence and embrace their truth.

    I was drawn to a water, or beach scene, and then I wondered.

    One lady, embracing her new freedom and into magnificence, or two women?

    How do you depict what I felt?

    Perhaps the safety of standing up in places that were unfamiliar and unknown.

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    Empowered women, empower women!

    We dare take a step when we see others in the unknown and thriving.

    What I hadn't expected after the emotional feelings of her (Judge Aquilina) words was that the tides of emotion would change.

    That the hope I had would die.

    Hope that her words would fall from my mother. 

    The contrast between these two women was too big to reach a place of overlap and my hope fell through.

    Hope in that someday.

    Or maybe.

    And, what if.

    The sheer beauty and the hollow landscape bowed me over.

    We embrace her kindness and then have to feel the space where others were speechless or worse said things that caused more pain.

    I also thought, that the reason her words were so beautiful was that they are rare.

    Which is again so sad.

    How is it possible that we as humanity haven't learned what to say to victims of abuse?

    How can we be so awkward, that kindness bends us down with emotion?

    If only, victims were met with the compassion that Judge Aquilina showed, oh the road to healing would be so short.

    Instead we are set adrift in the barren landscape of silence. For our truth is not welcome, understood, accepted, acknowledged, wanted…

    We can only change the legacy of abuse, the bad legacy of silence, by doing something different.

    It is one thing for the victims to be brave and speak their silence, it is a totally other thing for those who are suppose to listen, how they respond.

    We were offered a sea of grace, a welcomed soul, a caring ear to hear, and words of wisdom in her response.

    Not the sea of grace, where the church hurled our "sins" to be lost forever.  But, a sea of grace that welcomes our truth to be exposed and the abusers to face justice.

    Again, an example of justice that leans towards victims.

    I will continue to work on this piece of art to show the magnificence in being free empowered by our truth – of how one person can be the change we were waiting for.

     

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    I wondered about adding words to the beach, the solid ground we sometimes cling to, the comfort in the staying on the safe side of fear.  Or perhaps words cheering on those who dare live their truth out loud.

     

  • Thank You Judge Aquilina!

    Deep inside me, away from my awareness, lay an expectation of my innocence being acknowledge by the Justice System.

    In that dark space hummed doubt until I watched and listened to Judge Aquilina kindly listen, with great respect and attention, to the Gymnasts who came forth. And, the part that really opened up space inside of me; was her response.

    Kindness.

    Compassion.

    Empowered belief – that these victims leave their pain there in the court room, and to out and live a magnificent life. 

    And, the most important being, that the monster they seen and experienced, was indeed someone that couldn't be in society – free.

    When girl upon girl stepped forth and shared her story, she remained open to their pain, letting it come into the courtroom and surround the abuser.

    What a great privilege for these girls.

    How healing to know, that you are believed by the kind and thoughtful responses Judge Aquilina delivered. 

    I can't know how general society sees her; but from the eyes and gut of a past victim of abuse, she is what we all hoped for – deeply.

    What you didn't hear from her, is "when you call him a monster, it hurts me." My mother's response.

    She didn't ask the girls to forgive and forget him.  

    She didn't doubt the perceptions the girls had.

    My list could go on and on about what not to say.

    I can't imagine being fully welcomed with open wounds.

    I learned early on in my father's case, that the justice system had huge flaws.

    Flaws that have gone on for years.

    Laws and rules and plea bargains, and innocent until proven guilty etc.

    And, perhaps in her court room they still go on.

    But, I have never experienced her response from folks that I had expected this response from.

    Mostly I had been disappointed over and over.

    And, the disappointment was that the system was created for the perpetrators and that the victims had very little power.

    Again, in her court room, this still could be the case, but for that one day, in this one case, she was able to open her courtroom and let the victims be heard.

    Her ears were gentle and, without doubt or recriminations.

    Her eyes clearly saw the injustice these girls suffered in the hands of this man and all who enabled him.

    And, to me, an outsider miles away and detached from this case, I was set free.

    The littlest seed of doubt was erased.

    Here she was, a Judge in the Land.  A woman empowered to sentence a pedophile. And, she was talking so kindly to these young women, seeing their power and in some cases handing them their power back. 

    She was able to give back to them what the pedophile had taken away.

    She gave them their voice and held their truth with them unflinching.

    What I know to be true for me, is that my biggest hurdle has been that most have come to the defense of my father…in one shade or another.

    I am not talking about the supporters that arrive later in the game; but the way family responded, church and friends.  How those within the circle rallied for the circle.

    I do know, at least that Rachael Denhollander was ostracized for her speaking out, it had to be the top of the mountain she had been climbing, to step in front of Judge Aquilina.

    What Rachael and Judge Aquilina have shown me, is that it is possible to hope for the highest point.

    Even if the University and USA Gymnastics and the Olympics don't get properly sentenced, others now know what they protect.

    This case is a pivotal moment in my life.

    And, I know that I would have walked differently after the trial of my father, had I been able to share my story with Judge Aquilina.

    She has set in place where the justice system needs to start leaning towards. 

    The scales of justice needs to find a better balance. 

    She makes it possible for courtrooms to be a place where victims will feel empowered when they leave that space.

    In my father's case, well he was set free.

    And, I as a victim felt zero empowerment by the justice system.  I felt that they too, had become another person who knew and did nothing.

    Hope feels my heart, and I love the spacious feelings I have inside.

    I too can go out and live my magnificent life.

    Thank you Judge Aquilina!

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  • I listened Rob Bell in a podcast yesterday, speak about the way things change.  

    Someone has to be the one to stick their necks out first.  

    Somebody has to be the ones to change the patterns, break the cycles and leave what we have always known, agreed with, and accepted behind.

    And, we are all on our own journey of awareness.  

    Things don't just change automatically, someone has to be willing to do things differently even at the cost of rejection and ridicule. To not do things as we have always done, to step out of the boundaries and dare be different.

    If you listen to the podcast below, he will more eloquently speak of how we are all doing the best we can. Some of us, our destiny is to be the front runners and a part of us would die, if we didn't follow our inner knowing.

    I am pretty sure I have spoken out, have stood up etc, but I am not so certain I have been humble and patient and in my enthusiasm or desire to inform, have turned people away.

    I am very sorry for that.

    We are not given a rule book to follow, as we step out beyond where others have trod.

    We don't know the correct protocol for being change makers.

    Those of us who are victims looking to change the legacy feel the immediacy of what needs to be changed.  In fear, we often want to move things along at a quicker pace.

    I am astounded at times, that it has been a long 13 years, and the changes I have seen appear to be so tiny, a bare perceivable movement.

    He speaks of letting others know when you see others move.

    I will now be looking for that.

    This podcast was a great reminder to how change happens and how it does move slow and person by person. Something within them will suddenly see, hear and feel that "something" isn't right.

    It is then, that they will start to seek a new way to do old things.

    Again, my deepest apologies for offending others. I now know to look for change and to be a brighter change.

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