Monday, March 30, 2015

MAKE it Better

Note: this is an email letter that I sent to friends/family. -gmb

Let's MAKE it better:
Please feel free to forward (or delete...or whatever!) I just was thinking and wanted to send a quick note. (And please forward on to any "kids" that have been in my classes/theater stuff that aren't on this list! I was just trying to send this quickly and know I've missed a lot of people! And some are not on my friend list.)

ANYWAY!!! I've been thinking (again...and more) about life and death and the cycle of Be-ing that we play in the cycle. We're all going to die some day. And we're all going to grieve someone's passing before we go. 

But, I want to encourage all of you. Continue being the Beautiful YOU that you are. Continue connecting to the people around you. Continue experiencing life. Continue reaching out with love to those around you. Continue growing into the best version of you that you can be!

And, when you hit those patches in life that feel like you are staring into an abyss of absolute despair and darkness and pain in the pit of your stomach that is never going to get better and stress is making you break out in hives and migraines are probably going to keep you in bed forever and a day and food tastes horrible and you know you should drink some water but dammit that means moving 5 feet from where you currently are.......

PLEASE REMEMBER:THERE ARE PEOPLE ROOTING FOR YOU! There are people willing to help carry the load! There are people who really do know what the heck you're experiencing. And there are people who truly, truly love you and would move mountains for you.

This is a step beyond, "It gets better." 

This is "Let's MAKE it better." 

I pledge to make it better. I pledge to make it better with YOU. It won't always be easy. As a matter of fact, there will be times that it is downright ... icky. But I promise you, I will stand up for making it better. I will stand shoulder to shoulder with you to make it better. I will fight for my connection to you. I will share the love that I carry with those I come in contact with. 

And that, my dear loves, is my pledge to you.

:)GinaMarie

Thursday, January 29, 2015

Gina's Season of More! 2015

This will be where I post my inspirational messages during the upcoming Season of More.

Only a couple more weeks until Mardi Gras & Gina's Season of More! What are you ready to move into or out of your life? What do you want to see more of in the coming year? What are you grateful for? Start gathering your thoughts together and don't miss this year's sharing!

(Check back starting February 17, 2015 for daily inspiration and sharings from GinaMarie!)


Topics (Things I am contemplating and will most likely post a small something or 'nother about them*):
-More! My Personal Pursuit of Peace, Love, Joy, & Prosperity
-Personal Alchemy: Turning a Shi**y Day to Gold
-Giving & Receiving
-Gratefulness
-Are You My Mother? (or finding your place in your own world)

-Comment for a topic or idea that you would like to see me write about!

*Subject to change without notice!


Saturday, January 24, 2015

YNY2015

Note: This will be an ongoing journal of various thoughts, ruminations and the like that pertain to writing and are most likely prompted by the Your Novel Year 2015 course that I am currently taking. I may turn it into its own blog. Probably a good idea...

LINK TO THIS JOURNAL/BLOG:  http://gmbwritingjournal.blogspot.com/  

1.28.15
STORY V.  WORLD
(Note: Evidently, this is something important to me. I wrote about this about 20 days ago. I hadn't remembered that I had. I thought it was all still just kicking around inside my brain! Well, one of these days I'll have to combine them.)

The characters of a story are made by the world they inhabit. The world of a story are affected by the characters that inhabit it. It's a cycle that is inter-dependent. Just how inder-dependent is up to the type of story.
I believe there are 4 types of stories. They stem from a rubric containing Story on the x-axis, and World on the y-axis. On the both of the sides (columns and rows), there are two categories: Simple, Complex. Fill in the table and you have 4 types of stories.
                                                     Story (Simple)                                Story (Complex)
World (Simple)         1. SimpleStory/SimpleWorld           2. ComplexStory/SimpleWorld
World (Complex)     4. SimpleStory/ComplexWorld        3. ComplexStory/ComplexWorld

1. A Simple Story in a Simple World requires a lot of audience input. They already know the basic rules of the world, the characters are known (or at least easily understandable), and the story makes an obvious point. An example of SimpleStory/SimpleWorld would be an Aesop's Fable. The audience understands that a lion is big and strong, a mouse is small and weak, a thorn in the foot really hurts, and being caught in a net would not be an easy thing to get out of. The story rolls along and everyone learns that even small and insignificant things can really be rather important. Or that you better make sure to repay a debt or you will be forever beholden and unable to get free of the ties that bind. 

2. In a Complex Story with a Simple World, the main focus is on the story. The World may be interesting, but it isn't a main player in the story. You could plunk the story into any world and the story would be able to continue. An example of this is Lord of the Rings. Yes. LOTR. The setting really is very simple. Beautiful, but simple. You have the Shire. You have Rivendale. You have Mordor. You have Rohan. The intricacies of the story, and what make it something that people read, re-read, obsess over are the characters and the story. The story is incredibly complex. Different pieces have to be understood to understand other pieces that may or may not take place. But, those pieces may not be fully relevent unless you know and understand the history of the characters--the why and whatfors of all those pieces. The way they weave together, turn back on themselves, flow back to a some destination in the future, that is what makes LOTR, Lord of the Rings.

3. A Complex Story in a Complex World requires a LOT of author input. The author must make sure the audience understands the various levels of the world because it acts as another character in the story. The reader has to understand the world to be able to understand the story. The story has lots of twists, turns, and layer upon layer upon layer. An example of a Complex Story/Complex World is Isaac Asimov's Foundation Series. Things unfold. Oh, but that unfolding actually folded something else inside it and now there is something else that must be unfolded. And then, once that piece is unfolded, you realize there are 1,000 Paper Cranes and you hope to make a wish. But, before you can make a wish you have to refold all of the cranes to make any sense of your wish in the first place!

4. That brings us to a Simple Story in a Complex World. At its core, the story is simple and known. The world makes the story spectacular because it's intricate, intersting, and gives a lot of opportunities for whiz-bang things to happen. An example of SimpleStory/ComplexWorld is Star Wars. Yes. SimpleStory/ComplexWorld. The complexity of a world that existed "a long time ago, in a far distant galaxy" is obvious. This story would not be as spectacular if it was in a different world. But the story is a simple one: Good vs. Evil, Light vs. Dark, Us vs. Them. But what about, the story of Annikan Skywalker becoming Darth Vader? Is he on the side of the Rebels or the Empire? He is the Empire. Good vs. Evil. And what about Yoda teaching Luke Skywalker that he holds keys to unlocking the true release of anyone held in captivity? Is he with the Rebels or Empire? Well, he has to decide and...Light vs. Dark. It's a story that has been told since stories have been being told: someone wants to be all-powerful and seeks to rule. And will do it via any oppressive means necessary. Someone else will stand up to them and say, "That's not right." Yes, there are side stories and the characters have various levels of conflict in deciding which side they will help. But, in the end, it's Us vs. Them.

All of these stories are necessary and entertaining. They are also important because they hold mirrors for us to look at ourselves and our connections to each other and our own world.  Sometimes, our story is simple. Sometimes it is complex. Sometimes the setting takes a large role in what happens in our story. Sometimes it doesn't. But, in the end, we get to participate in very diverse and complex stories in an increasingly complex and diverse world.
What will my final story be?


1.23.15
STORYTELLING

In oral storytelling, we very rarely tell a story in sequential order. I may start telling a story about when I went to the store:
I went to the store yesterday. I went in, and was walking through the produce department. And, oh yeah, I was wearing my favorite blue scarf. Anyway, I was by the oranges and the end of my scarf was sitting on the oranges. And the guy who had been standing there picking out oranges when I walked up said, "Hey! I'm here to get some oranges. Not the blues."
But we HEAR it sequentially. We put the scarf on me before I entered and had me walk up to the man standing at the oranges.
In my writing, how do I take advantage of that natural tendency of the brain to organize things into some sort of logical order? Is it even possible? Or will I have to write that way then put it in that order for the reader?


1.14.15
(email that I sent to Michael Stackpole--instructor for YNY)

Question: How essential is it to repost pieces that we re-work after suggestions? 
The comments and suggestions that you gave me for the world & character hooks are being considered (and worked on) as I continue writing and working on this week's assignments (and I hope those show in those new things!). And yes, I know that posting updated stuff to the forums then gives opportunity for feedback from classmates. But I'm just wondering how to best use my time.
Ah. I just realized that I am working through time-management: 

How do I make sure to spend time writing every day, doing assignments, read assigned reading, write, read from the reading list, write, read classmates postings, write suggestions to classmates postings, re-read responses to my postings, write some more, and oh, yeah, show up for work so I can continue paying bills, take care of family responsibilities, take a hike break, eat something more than the 2 stale fig newtons hiding in my book bag, make sure my sexual needs are being taken care of, go to board meetings, jot random ramblings into my notebook when I'm not writing, and actually make sure I get outside at least once a day?

Haha.

In any case...does the "grade" for participating each week include the posting of continuing non-editing development and integration of your suggestions?
(I haven't decided if I should be drinking more or less coffee...)


1.9.15
STORY vs. WORLD, I

Story vs. World
I have been contemplating what stories I am interested in knowing more about. Anyone can write stories about bigger than life assholes and heroes. But what about the people who are the "ordinary" citizens making things happen, making their world a better place, getting things done? What are their stories? Would those be stories that I want to know? 

What makes people interested in a story? Characters that they understand. Characters they want to understand. Characters that make them contemplate the fact that their own lives are better/worse than the characters' lives.

The other aspect that draws people in is the setting. Does the audience know this world? What would make it intriguing? Do they already understand how it works? Does it include unknown vistas to travel to or well-worn trails that they've been down 1547 times? Places they want to revisit? Places they hope never to see again but can't help but see?

There is a rubric of a story vs. a world. It is a 2x2 grid. The columns are the STORY, one column labeled simple, the other complex. The rows are the WORLD, one row labeled simple, the other complex. So, the rubric filled in would give us the following combinations:

1. Simple Story, Simple World
2. Complex Story, Simple World
3. Complex Story, Complex World
4. Simple Story, Complex World

Simple Story, Simple World
The stories are simple--they tell a moral, they usually have just a couple characters, they are finished within a few minutes. The world is known--the rules are well understood by the reader.
An example of this would be Aesop's Fables.  These stories require a lot of reader input. For instance, in the Mouse and the Lion, the reader needs to know that a mouse is small, a lion is large, thorns in the hand really hurt, big meaty paws cannot grasp little tiny slivers, and everyone can use a helping hand at some point. 

These stories stick with people because of the simplicity and the lessons learned. They are usually neat, tidy, and easily portable. An aperitif of a larger world.

Complex Story, Simple World
The rules of the world are known. The main focus is the story that takes place, with layers of intrigue, unknown motives, and plot twists.
I cannot quite think of a story that fits this category yet.

Complex Story, Complex World
This world is relatively unknown. The setting becomes a major character in this story. The twists and turns of the unknown story arc are dictated, in part, by where and when the story takes place. The author is responsible for giving almost all of the information needed to the reader. Yes, the readers will have their knowledge base and understanding, but for the full depth of what's taking place, the author will have to make sure they have all the pieces of the puzzle.
This doesn't mean the author spoon-feeds the reader and doesn't let them make inferences. It means the author lays out the table and gives the opportunity for the reader to put together a really beautiful plate of reading food. Or maybe they are spoon-fed, but in such a manner as to where the reader thinks it's their doing. 

An example of this version is Isaac Asimov's Foundation Series. This category draws people in and makes it memorable because of its complexity. A reader can come back again and again and find something new every time. They can even re-read it at a different point in their lives and see it in an entirely different light and still be drawn in to the story. People can read it, re-read it, and re-read it again and come away satisfied with a well told story.

This is the category of story that gets savored and treasured and hardbound copies get passed down through generations. It holds up even when times, circumstances, and real world structures change.

Simple Story, Complex World
In this category, the story is known and well-understood. The setting is complex and makes for a whiz-bang experience. The world is a complex character in this, but that doesn't make the story complex. 

An example of this is Star Wars. At its boiled down bones, it is a story of Good vs. Evil. The reader understands and appreciates the plight of oppression and standing up for self and keeping the evil other from taking over. 

In a complex world, there is room for everyone. With the simple story, it is much easier to choose a place in the complex world. Even the intrigues are about the side of the story the characters are on--good or evil.

That's not to say the reader cannot get a new experience from re-reading the story again and again. But it's more along the lines of traveling a well-known trail.

So, that brings me back to the beginning. What stories do I want to know more about? What type of stories do I want to tell? What do I need to do to fit into the rubric?

Thursday, December 11, 2014

Self Mirroring--Bees

Where will you be in 5 years? 10? 20?

So often we ponder where we want to be so we can plan ahead and get to those places. Let us not forget to reflect on where we WERE so we can learn from past mistakes, remember past loves, shake our heads at the places we have come from.

So...where was I, 5 years ago? 10? 20? (or 3, 21, & 38-ish)

Three years ago (3 years and 2 weeks, to be more precise...) I was recovering after being stung 50 times by Africanized Honey Bees. I am convinced that the quick thinking and superb care by Kathleen Katt are what kept me safe and on a quick road to recovery. I also think it was because I didn't freak out, stayed calm, and focused on keeping adrenaline from carrying more bee venom throughout my body. Possibly almost too well...at one point, Dr. Katt was worried that my blood pressure was too low.

Fast forward to 2014. I still, every-once-in-awhile, have my scalp swell a little, itch, and hurt. I think it is still a reaction to the bee attack as I'll feel small bumps in similar places to where they were after it first happened.

Jump back to 1993 (21 years ago). I was hiking on Wedding Cake Mountain (Hill?) in Rota. I was with my then husband (Steve Wright) and two of my cousins. We hiked up to the top, looked at the view, and started back down. As I was walking, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my right leg. Then I felt another one! What the heck!? I got stung twice by bees on Rota. The cousins (both male) were having an intense discussion several yards away. Finally, the younger one looked like he lost whatever argument they were having and walked up to me, looking sheepish.

Shyly he said, "There's a local treatment for our bee stings."

"What is it?" I asked.

"Um...uh,...peeing on it," he said. He blushed and didn't want to meet my eyes.

I said, "Oh."

We hiked back down the hill, went home, told the rest of the family what happened, watching my leg swell to twice its normal size.

I took a Benedryl to help the swelling go down.

Today, I wish I'd peed on it, just to see what happened.


Make one more big jump back, 38-ish years. I was about 4 years old. We were at a fellowship gathering at someone's house after church. This person was a bee-keeper. All of us kids were hovering around the food (buckets of Kentucky Fried Chicken) and joking that, "This bucket is mine! You can have that one!" and laughing at the thought of eating the entire bucket of chicken on our own.

A fly buzzed my forehead. I brushed it away and kept being silly with my friends. It buzzed my head again. Again, I brushed it away. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain on my forehead. It was the worst thing I'd ever felt in my entire short life! I screamed and cried and swiped at my forehead, trying to make the pain stopped. My dad picked me up and figured out that it was a bee. Someone got some ice and Dad held it to my forehead. I eventually subsided to quiet sobs and tried to figure out how something so small could cause so much pain. On the upside, I got the first piece of chicken.


Now...

Normally I would ask myself where I see my self in the future (a practice of standing in the middle and looking both directions of my path). But. I think today, I'm just going to reflect on the past and just Be right here, right now.

Monday, September 29, 2014

V-Day Ruminations

(Originally posted: February 14, 2006; http://www.myspace.com/azginamarie/blog/87709974 )

V-Day Ruminitions




Friends of mine were in this year's Vagina Monologues here in Flagstaff.  I tried to go see the show, but totally forgot that it sells out every year...so, I didn't get to see it!  So, I went and sat in the Zane Grey, drank a beer (then a Gila Monster...."It's orange vodka, cranberry vodka, some other vodka, and a splash of something else"...that's what I remember the bartender saying...it was good)  Anyway, I sat there contemplating life, and suddenly realized I had something to write but nothing to write on (and no pen).  I asked the bartender if he had paper.  He gave me some of the register tape and a pen.  I wrote on both sides of it and asked for a bit more.  I wrote on both sides of that one too!  I found it pretty funny!  ANYWAY!!!  Here's the thoughts that were going through my head as I contemplated vaginas.  ...

We always hear about the angry vaginas.  But, what about the happy ones?

I was molested when I was 4-ish-years old by a 12-year old neighbor boy.  And this was a full on penis touching me molestation (no penetration, though).  Was it violent.  Not at all.  Was I ashamed of it?  For many, many years.  I knew it was "wrong" (we were by a window to make sure we would see if/when someone came into the house & I was admonished to "not tell anybody".) 

For most of my life I felt somehow responsible for that time.  I felt guilty for the sexual awareness that the experience awoke in me.  I felt guilty that I never told anyone.  But, I'm not angry.  Neither is my vagina.  Maybe I was at one time.  I can't remember.  Instead, I've decided that it's a part of who I am--it's an experience that has shared in the shaping of my life.

Am I happy it happened.  Not at all.  Am I angry that my childhood innocence was taken?  Not really.  A little sad, but not angry.  I've made my own peace with that experience.  

Life is too precious to give away my power by being angry.  Yes, there is power in anger, but there is a much stronger and more enduring power in forgiveness.  I won't forget what happened.  But, neither will I wrap myself around it in guilt and fear.  Nor will I nurture it while it festers into an all-consuming seed of anger that would eventually blossom into an all out self-righteous hatred of sensuousness, sexuality, and passion.

I will strive to make a world where NO CHILD has to fear for her safety; for a world where mothers don't have to think twice about who their daughter is with; for a world where men and women don't view themselves as combatants striving for supremacy but as caretakers of each other. 

Our lives are what we make of them.  We can choose to see the world as a place to fear, a place to hate, a place to be angry.  

Or not.  

Me?  

I choose to be happy. 

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

NERD!


This is what thefreedictionary.com says about nerds (and other words associated with nerds):

nerd also nurd  (nûrd)nerd (nÉœrd)
n. Slang
1. A foolish, inept, or unattractive person.
2. A person who is single-minded or accomplished in scientific or technical pursuits but is felt to be socially inept.
[1950–55; of obscure origin]

dweeb  (dwb)
n. Slang
A person regarded as socially inept or foolish, often on account of being overly studious.
[Origin unknown.]

geek  (gk) Slang
n. Slang.
1. a peculiar person, esp. one who is overly intellectual.
2. an expert in computers (a term of pride as self-reference, but often considered offensive when used by outsiders.)
3. A person who is single-minded or accomplished in scientific or technical pursuits but is felt to be socially inept.
4. a carnival performer billed as performing bizarre acts, as biting off the head of a live chicken.
[1905–10; probably variant of geck (mainly Scots) fool < Dutch or Low German gek]


From a very young age, these original definitions were definitely me on some level or another.  Maybe not to the "unattractive" level (*I've* always thought I was pretty/attractive.  Is it my fault no one ever saw it, too?!)  But I was most definitely never in the "cool" corner.  So, I didn't even try.  

Well, I sort of tried, but not in any way, shape or form that ever really mattered.  If it was something *I* thought was cool, or interesting or just something I wanted to do, that's what I did.  Did it matter to me that others didn't think it was cool or that I was a weirdo for doing/thinking it?  No, not really.  I mean, of course it did at some point.  But, I got really good at hiding my emotions and not letting anyone know that what they thought affected me.  

I also got really good at being ULTRA co-dependent.  It made me happy to make sure everyone else was happy.  My happiness DEPENDED on other people not being uncomfortable, unhappy, or in need of anything.  For instance, one of my husbands (yes, I'm on my third one...) Anyway!  He would be drinking water.  I would be IN THE OTHER ROOM--reading or something--he would set his cup down on the coffee table.  I could hear the difference in the water level of the cup and would know when he needed his water refilled and would stop whatever I was doing to go refill his water.  He never asked me to, I just did it.  (I really didn't mind, but reciprocity would have been nice!)

Of course, some of that also came from having a dad who had a temper when I was little.  I got really good at not getting in trouble because I could tell when he was mad.  He grew out of it and eventually we could both argue--very loudly--without ever being mad at each other, but...it definitely affected me as a child.

ANYWAY.  
I was definitely a nerd.  

I loved reading.  Everything.  If there were words on it, I read it.  I loved learning new things.  I loved reading about learning about new things.  I loved going to school (granted, until 3rd grade, it was to talk to all the people in class!  I had a TON of homework when I was in 2nd grade.  My mom went to talk to Mrs. Stevens who said that I had plenty of time to complete my work in class...I just was always talking and not working, so had to take it home...)  

I've always liked comic books (before they were cool and known as "graphic novels").  And I've always been one to dress up (before it was "cool-ified" to "cosplay").  But, they've always been random things that I found interesting.  If I had known about (or, more accurately: had any money to be able to attend) comic-cons in whatever form when I was younger, I would have been the one that came up with my own costume and iteration of whatever I was dressing up as.  I would have been one saying, "Who says Superman has to be a man?"  Or "Who says WonderWoman has to have large lungs?"  I would have come up with my own interpretation of whatever it was I was dressing up as.  And I would have been incredibly happy with it.

I loved math.  Even despite Mrs. Dalegowski who mocked me for not knowing my multiplication facts during the first week of class---in front of everyone--while we were doing the chalk board math races.  I loved science.  I loved that math and science played on the same playground together!

I never thought much about "how do I use this in the real world".  I just loved being able to have a set of information and data, manipulate it and come up with something else.  I even ended up in Calculus my Senior year in high school.  Most everyone else in the class had plans on engineering or something.  But not me.  That's just where I ended up.  And I liked it.  I think I even got a B+ without tons of effort.  Yes, I worked on it.  But I didn't stress out over it.

I have always been a nerd.  And yes, I had the term thrown at me like a wet paper towel.  But, maybe that's where my social ineptness came in handy.  I didn't always get that those people were being assholes.  (Actually...I probably prayed for them, thinking back to the Gina of yester-year...)  Anyway.  I knew what I liked.  I enjoyed my own skewed window on the world.  I figured out how to be able to cope, get by, hold the pain tightly to me and change my own path to avoid those people who didn't want to know the real me, and never let the real me be quite seen.  By anyone.

I didn't (and still don't) have to buy the  latest who-si-whats-it to appreciate smartness, cleverness and intelligence.  I didn't have to have the latest cool stuff to learn cool things and accomplish interesting stuff (it would have been EASIER if I did.  Actually, I never had money to have what I needed, so..."poverty is the invention of inventiveness?"   I might not have been such a whiz with cardboard, paper, duct tape and paint!)

I traveled on my own solitary nerdy, geeky path.

And then today, nerd is the new cool.  

Well, then...

I guess since I've NEVER been cool...

YEEESSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

FINALLY!!!  I am no longer a nerd!

I'm probably closer to a wacko or screwball...definitely an eccentric!  

But, no longer a nerd. 





The above post is prompted by this FB comment to a friend:  
Randomness: I periodically remember your survey about girls and comic books.  It's quite hilarious to me that I'm re-remembering things about me and comics since that survey.  I was definitely a comic girl.  Part of it came from reading EVERYTHING that I could ALL THE TIME.  I read them while they were still called "comic books" and not "graphic novels".  I was never one of the cool kids, and never got into dressing as characters or whatnot.  But then, I have been known to just dress up (costume or ultra-dressy) randomly for the heck of it...so, maybe I'm just a character!  (But, we all know the obviousness of THAT statement!)  Haha!  Anyway, thank you for including me in that survey.  It's reconnected me with pieces of me that were sitting on the shelf just waiting to be rediscovered.  :)


Monday, July 14, 2014

Standing

A FaceBook/Flagstaff acquaintance is going through a life-shattering, soul-crushing, grief-stricken experience.  His son died and he is right in the middle of getting all the memorial pieces pulled together, the family notifications, the continuing with "everyday life" that carries on even though we would prefer time to stop.

Throughout, he's posted his reflections, his mourning process, his shock.  The one that captured my attention the most is titled "Standing for Sam".  It is a raw admission of flaw and a strong declaration of future resolve: to be there in the capacity that his son will no longer be able to; to stand in his son's stead when it was something that his son would have stood up for; to fill the shoes of someone who wanted to make a difference in the world.

And it got me thinking.  

Who has affected me so much that I am willing to take up the mantle of making a difference in their name?  

And that got me thinking further.

We all have someone that has left us before we were quite ready for them to leave.  Death, distance, time, twists & turns of life.  For many and various reasons, we all have someone who made a huge impact on our lives but is no longer physically with us.  

So, what if we all stood for those people?  What if we actively said, "I will make a difference.  I will step in where that person is no longer able to.  I will put aside my own ego and make the world a better place."  What if we consciously took a moment to stop being in our own jerky heads, wanting everything to be how we think it should be...

and stopped...  

Just hit pause for 2-seconds and truly see--really hear--others around us.  

Then, take it a step further.  

What would happen if we all started seeing others as ourselves?  Instead of shying away from "undesirables", really seeing them.  Instead of shielding ourselves in our fortresses of solitude, letting others see us--our foibles, our darkness, our shortcomings, our incompleteness.  

What would happen when we truly saw others as ourselves and ourselves as others?  

We would gladly step up to stand for another. 

We would be able to humbly stand--with compassion, with love, without judgement--for ourselves.  

Shoulder-to-shoulder, hand-in-hand, heart-by-heart.

And so, my own resolve, my own declaration of standing:
I stand for my fathers, my mother, my sisters, my brothers
I stand for my grandparents, my aunts, my uncles, my cousins
I stand for love
I stand for peace
I stand for my ancestors
I stand for my descendants
I stand for others who want a better world for those that come after
I stand for those who are no longer able to stand
I stand for my friends
I stand for connecting to those around me
I stand for hugging twice
I stand for crying
I stand for laughing
I stand for compassion
I stand for those who have touched my life
I stand for those who've been impacted by me
I stand for you
I stand for me
I stand

Who will you stand for?



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