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Harlem, New York, United States
At a very young age I knew I wanted to do anything that involved getting my "opinion" on life out there. I would tell true stories and made up stories. I would sing and dance. I would conduct interviews and draw pictures. I just needed an outlet. My plans were to become a talk show host, until one day my mother pointed out that it would mean I'd have to do a lot of listening too. I realized talk show host wasn’t really going to work since what I really wanted was to talk and have people listen. In time I had to admit that I had much more to say than most people had time to listen to. So, I started to keep a journal. My journals helped me to formulate my thoughts and emotions but I still had no audience. Hopefully this blog will give me that audience. Blessed Be

Friday, September 30, 2011

Missin' the Kissin'

I’ve written what I love about being single… here are some of the (family friendly) things I love about NOT being single…

Holding Hands
His hands on my hips as he pulls me towards him
His hand on my lower back when I walk ahead of him in a crowd
Standing closer than necessary while waiting on a line
Full body to body hugs
Kissing…
            A kiss hello
            A kiss good-bye
            A kiss for no reason at all…
            A kiss while stopped at a red light
            A kiss in the elevator…
            A kiss on the hand
            A kiss on the cheek
            A kiss on the shoulder
            A kiss on the neck… that makes me shiver
Being called Baby
Him waiting for me outside the Ladies room
Sharing each other’s dinner
Laughing at inside jokes
Cuddling while watching TV
Reaching for each other in the morning (before even opening our eyes)
Making up after a disagreement
Changing clothes without going into another room
Holding his keys in my purse 
Wearing his jacket in a cold theater
Wearing his shirt to bed
Comfortable silence
Just sharing space... him watching the game, me reading a book
Seeing my picture when he opens his wallet
Getting a text of “XOXO” in the middle of a busy day
Hearing his voice on the phone before going to bed when we’re apart
And … the comfort of making plans

;-)

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

A New Path

I am a Pagan.
I come from a pretty diverse spiritual background and so, I feel Paganism best encompasses that diversity.
I have people in my life from many different religious and spiritual backgrounds and I love it, it’s amazing. When a person is strong in their own beliefs there is no need to convince anyone else of that. Their path is "Their" path, not necessarily "The" path. Since they know where they stand, they can share in another persons spiritual celebration knowing it’s simply a sharing of spirit. It’s kind of like learning a new language or visiting another country. English may be your first language but you don’t suddenly become Hispanic by learning Spanish and you don’t become Italian by visiting Italy. It’s a wonderful thing to learn the way others celebrate their faiths and to find the similarities to what your core system of beliefs are, it doesn’t have to be a threat.
To me, anyone who believes in a positive way of living and who treats others with kindness, consideration and respect is on the same path as I am whatever they decide to label it.
I grew up in a Catholic family who also practiced “Espiritismo” which is Spanish for Spiritualism. Through family and friends I was exposed to different paths of Christianity, Santeria, Judaism, Buddhism and Wicca. Until about a month ago I was part of a spiritual group that was quite eclectic. Members came from many different spiritual paths and we were able to merge the different belief systems with a Progressive magical path. I know, it’s a pretty vague and loose description and I am choosing, at least for now, to keep it that way. It has nothing to do with secrecy or embarrassment concerning my involvement; it is out of consideration for the present group members. Of course I can’t completely avoid mentioning the group either since I write so personally on here and the group has been such a huge part of my spiritual and social life for the past several years. I can only do my best to find a balance between privacy and honesty.
Much of who I am right now in my life and many of the changes I am making are due to my role in and what I learned as a part of that group. My time with them will always be a valued part of my life. And, I will treasure and carry the lessons, the experiences and the people with me wherever I go.
That being said… I realized a few weeks ago that I needed to make some personal changes and becoming a Solitary Practitioner was one of them. It was not an easy choice but for months I kept finding myself at the same place, at a crossroads with paths leading in different directions of learning.
Guiding me toward a Solitary journey were my experiences meeting new people, many who followed a different path or a variation of what my path has been; students, teachers and elders who not only shared their wisdom with me but also listened to my thoughts and answered my many questions. I had that feeling I get when I’m in a huge library or bookstore. When there are just so many books to read, you wish you could just let them seep into you. I wanted to learn everything I could from each person I met, let their knowledge wash over me and seep into my spirit. It sounds a bit hokey and New-Agey but it wasn’t just my mind waking up, it was my very spirit.
So, regardless of my hesitation, I knew that I had to take a chance and see what’s waiting for me ahead. I’m nervous yet I’m also looking forward to it.

A "soon to come post"... Being a Solitary
Blessed Be      )O(

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Respecting Boundaries

A simple legal  definition of harassment according to Black's Law Dictionary, is: "A course of conduct directed at a specific person that causes substantial emotional distress in such person and serves no legitimate purpose" or "Words, gestures, and actions which tend to annoy, alarm and abuse (verbally) another person."

I have to admit I am sensitive to certain behaviors that I consider “stalking indicators”. Unfortunately, it’s from experience that I've become hyper-aware of domineering or overly-inconsiderate behavior, which makes my guard go up. Often in a "Mama Bear defending her cubs" way.
I’ll start by explaining that I’m a survivor of stalking. I mean that in the very real sense of the word. It isn’t for dramatic effect or me playing a victim, I was literally stalked. I was watched while going to and from work and while out meeting family or friends. I’d get calls from him telling me exactly what I’d worn that day and where I’d gone. If I didn’t answer my phone I’d get messages with just breathing, or long winded rants or straight out threats. Sometimes there were so many messages that my answering machine would become full. As I did everything I could to avoid this person and live my life as normal as possible things just got worse. Paying attention didn’t help, telling him to leave me alone didn’t help and ignoring him didn’t help. First he begged for me to listen, to give him another chance. Then I was cursed at for “thinking I was too good for him” Next step was being threatened physically because I needed to “learn my lesson”.

This experience was an actual stalking but it started with basic harassment. Harassment doesn’t always lead to but can be a potential sign of stalker behavior. For me, the most important indicator is when a person doesn’t accept that No means No. Doesn’t matter whether you believe someone really mean yes, the fact that they said No means you have to step back. I not only find it annoying as hell but I find it disrespectful when I say, “No thank you”, and someone keeps pushing me. To me it says that they either don’t care what I want or they feel that I don’t know what I want. I take great offense to both things because both imply I’m incapable of making my own decisions. If someone doesn’t listen to you when you say No to minor things what will happen when it really counts? No other time is it more important to stand ones ground than when someone is a threat to you. When someone tries to get in the way of you caring for yourself, be it physically or emotionally you should protect yourself. And, the first step is to speak up. Be clear about your boundaries. Don’t we teach our children to speak up when they feel uncomfortable about their personal space being invaded? We teach them that whether it’s a stranger or family member that they have the right to speak up. Yet, as an adult speaking up when we feel threatened on any level other than physically it’s considered being dramatic or difficult? That simply doesn’t make sense. Saying “Hey, I said NO and I mean it” is important for us to express whenever we feel lines are being crossed. Why should it be only acceptable when there’s a physical threat? And, expressing it doesn’t have to be aggressive either, only clearly stated.

For a healthy relationship to exist one needs to be open to compromise and there is a certain amount of give and take but when one person can’t or won’t give then there is no more relationship. Look, I’m not saying to be a jerk about breaking up with someone. Start by explaining why things aren’t working for you any longer. Be kind, we’ve all had heartbreak before and its hell. Sometimes a friendship can grow after a breakup if there’s genuine caring and respect for one another. I’m pro-explanation, it creates dialog. But, when you are put in a position where your “explanation” isn’t enough, then you need to stop and move on. Explaining for the sake of healing or easing a difficult situation is kind and often healthy for both sides. But “having” to explain yourself for the sake of approval (often multiple times) is something totally different. Unless you’re in a court of law or you expect others to clean up your messes, you don’t need to defend your choices. What I’m talking about here is when you attempt a kind and considerate, “this is why I want out” conversation and the other person refuses to give up. I mean, I’ve literally had guys say to me, “You can break up with me but I’m not breaking up with you.” Ummm, if that isn’t stalker-ish, what is? Then there was the, “Oh, so I just have to listen to what you say?” comment. Again, Ummm, yes, when someone says it’s over and you refuse to listen, you then fall into the harasser or stalker category… don’t be offended by the label, dude if that’s where your behavior places you. Bottom line is when one person says they no longer want to be in a relationship the other person needs to respect that. No one has the right; I repeat “NO ONE” has the right to force someone else to stay in a relationship they are unhappy in.

To be fair I don’t think most people see their behavior as creepy when it first goes in this direction. That’s why I take the harsh stand of pointing it out to them. I mean look at romantic comedies or romance novels, often (not always) they show how love makes you crazy and persistent. Extreme persistence is a sign of the amount of love you feel. In time you can get your love interest to “understand” that you’re the one by “convincing” them that they love you in return. The pursuer rarely listens to what the other person wants or asks for. It’s one sided until the love interest is symbolically beaten down and gives in. Wow! That is so very romantic, huh?
I love romantic comedies and I have a collection of Harlequin Romance novels that would put Barnes & Nobel to shame but its fantasy, its entertainment. I mean, think about it, people who confuse what they see on television or in the movies with reality are often the ones who turn up on the 11 O’clock news.
Honestly, I’m a romantic at heart. I believe in true love. I believe in love at first sight. I believe in “wooing” each other and mushy hugs and kisses. I hold out hope of finding love again. But, the same way you can’t really solve a murder or cure a flesh eating disease in one or two hours you can’t really expect to find love in the same amount of time. It takes getting to know another person (the sweet and the sour) and you keep doing that until you come across a deal-breaker. You know you found “the one” when you go years and years with no deal-breakers. If you find a romantic deal-breaker that doesn't mean you can’t remain lifelong friends. Some of my favorite people I wouldn’t want to marry. But, I love them and am grateful their in my life.