My family is like a rainbow. Not only are they beautiful and vibrant with the richest of colors, they literally are every color of the rainbow. This is not the original family I was born into. Sadly..... in the past few weeks I realize, this "group" of people as I once knew is forever boiled down to subgroups.
Each person staking claim to who and what makes them feel the safest. The healthier left of the tribe....
now are going for higher ground. Disbanning and creating new and healthy family systems and beliefs.
In this large family I came from - six kids...... never once did I ever believe it would ever come to this.
Seeing my family literally become subcultures.... divide and divide..... until it has become survival of the fittest. It has been such a long and painful road to feel so alone every time I had to pull away for my own sanity.... survival. I had to do it for myself, my children and husband so that we could have a future.
It hurt more than any kind of pain I have known. To have to let go of everything I thought I knew and believed. Realizing it was built on two sad people who were lonely and lost....they got together and had six kids. Then what? Exactly.We are living proof of the then what. The time it takes to reconcile with yourself....
First.... you are not insane without guidance. You are surviving. It takes longer.
Second......... grieving, feeling lost is an absolute extension of waking up from this haze and understanding, hey.... I didn't do anything wrong but survive this insanity.
A bunch of kids running around like animals with no direction. Except severe religious control and beliefs. Everything else in childrearing..... we were on our own.
My hubby calls it "The Catholic Orphanage." The biggest thing I see lacking in my siblings and myself....lack of trust. I am slowly learning, as some of the others are.
When parents constantly betray and turn on their children.... and have the siblings turn on each other,
trust is a very hard thing to grasp. You literally sleep with one eye open.
My parents were lost children who came together out of fear, desperation..... the list could go on and on.
Love was not ever on this list..... ever. Control...... number one.
They both brought so much pain, so much childlike behavior. Where was there room for us to be children? We were watered and fed. That's what they knew how to do.
Now there are just a couple of us trying to reinvent a new family. That is all we can do.
I am excited at this prospect. If it works..... I will be joyous. If it doesn't I am still okay. I want everyone to be healthy and happy and do what they need to do in their lives. The gift I gave myself by walking
alone..... so long ago, holding on to my beliefs when no one else shared them...... I became me.
Strength in persevering on a very dark and lonely road. No where to go .... but up!
The rainbow colors I see.... the new family I met along the way. Different races, religions.....
so many different beliefs. One thing in common, however. A mutual respect for each other.
Willingness to say "I love you"...... nice big wonderful hugs. Saying how we feel. Even if it is
not popular. Not being banned from the kingdom for saying....." I hurt, I'm scared.
Please love me." I"ve always loved rainbows.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Coming Around Again
I love Merry-Go-Rounds. A lot. Always have. The way the horses go up and down,
all around. I loved them as a kid.... I never wanted to get off the ride. I still don't
Now, I am just on a different kind of Merry-Go-Round. It is my life. People come and go,
my moods go up and down..... sometimes people have to get off the ride.... forever.
At least this time round. I like the Carousel much better than the roller coaster. Sometimes it's fun,
but I am now ready to get back on my Merry-Go Round. I have had enough thrills and spills to last a lifetime. It's not that middle age is setting in.... as much as a sense of calm and well being are taking over.
I am ready for a smoother ride now. Less jolting ..... that roller coaster twisted me around too much.
I loved the screaming and daredevil sensations...... but somehow the thought of actually being present for the ride...... instead of just white knuckling it sounds pretty good to me. The absolute thrill of going round and round... enjoying every second, as I savor the experience on my favorite horse . Colorful, playful, delightful.....waiting for me. The music of the Merry-Go -Round..... so inviting and exciting. Watching the joy of the others riding their prized Stallions..... lost in dreamland.
It has been quite some time for me...... to come back round again....to childlike dreams of fantasy.
To let go and just dream..... enjoy the ride with no particular destination ..... just round and round.
That is a new one. It will take some getting used to. For no particular reason..... except my soul loves and desires it.Can't wait to get there.... hop on quick. Feel the childlike excitement build.
Which is every reason and beyond.....nuff said. I have so many Carousels yet to ride.
all around. I loved them as a kid.... I never wanted to get off the ride. I still don't
Now, I am just on a different kind of Merry-Go-Round. It is my life. People come and go,
my moods go up and down..... sometimes people have to get off the ride.... forever.
At least this time round. I like the Carousel much better than the roller coaster. Sometimes it's fun,
but I am now ready to get back on my Merry-Go Round. I have had enough thrills and spills to last a lifetime. It's not that middle age is setting in.... as much as a sense of calm and well being are taking over.
I am ready for a smoother ride now. Less jolting ..... that roller coaster twisted me around too much.
I loved the screaming and daredevil sensations...... but somehow the thought of actually being present for the ride...... instead of just white knuckling it sounds pretty good to me. The absolute thrill of going round and round... enjoying every second, as I savor the experience on my favorite horse . Colorful, playful, delightful.....waiting for me. The music of the Merry-Go -Round..... so inviting and exciting. Watching the joy of the others riding their prized Stallions..... lost in dreamland.
It has been quite some time for me...... to come back round again....to childlike dreams of fantasy.
To let go and just dream..... enjoy the ride with no particular destination ..... just round and round.
That is a new one. It will take some getting used to. For no particular reason..... except my soul loves and desires it.Can't wait to get there.... hop on quick. Feel the childlike excitement build.
Which is every reason and beyond.....nuff said. I have so many Carousels yet to ride.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
I'll Love You If
What any child wants, needs, craves..... to be loved as is. No strings attached.
The feeling of that love being conditional, I believe makes for one very insecure human being.
Coming from the parents I have, finally understanding...... by stepping back far enough.
Also quite helpful to have unconditional people in my corner now.
My Parents played favorites-my siblings and I would be dropped for the one at the time who had the most to offer the "bottomless pits".
I didn't understand the rules of engagement. I was far too invested in pleasing. Being fifth out of sixth in the line up..... I took what I could get. The last two of us were kind of an after thought for child rearing. It was not as though it was a picnic for the first four. Not by any stretch. When two parents, take mine for example, never got their emotional needs met there is going to be havoc in the family.
In mine, my mother had no respect ..... absolute disdain for my father. We felt we always had to choose sides. In the early days..... my mom would cry and drive us around in the family wagon after a fight with my father. The three daughters would comfort the weeping mother. I am not sure what the boys did.
Probably just dug cruising in the ride. That wagon was one fine ride.The back seat faced oncoming traffic....I loved sitting back there!
Our house never felt like a home. If you spilled milk you were demonized. It felt as though we had horns on and were the devils own. My dad would become so enraged. I am pretty sure a lot of milk got spilled on a regular basis in our house.
First off, we had very poor table manners. We were born in a barn practically with our behavior. Wild Animals On Parade.
There were a lot of us.... with very little rules going on. Except church rules. House rules....
we cleaned and did the dishes, etc.
Second..... we were hungry.
We wanted to eat when we wanted to eat. My mom was very big on going to the Bakery Outlet.
She would buy unbelievable amounts of very inexpensive bread, donuts, etc.
We would inhale those items as quickly as she bought them. We always had at least two or three refrigerators and a freezer. Packed with lots of food. I never knew not eating mountains of
grated velveeta cheese by the handful.... as my mom made tray after tray of tacos.
Let me tell you...... we could put that food away.
Meal time was very quick and loud...... eat everything in sight. It was expected. Normal.
As the years went by and my dad became the cook, if we didn't eat the fifteen courses he prepared,
[okay slight exaggeration but not much!] again..... that conditional thing would come into play. Anger at us if we did not eat enormous amounts of food to please his ego for what he prepared. So much
until feelings of wanting to vomit. He would go on and on about how he cooked.... don't you like it?
Here have more. I would feel like a trapped rat. None of us wanted his wrath.
It was a silent brewing rage. Food has always been such an issue in our family. It has felt a form of control to me in their home. I find it very difficult to even eat their food most of the time anymore.
I literally feel like I am eating their anger.
The pitting the children against each other has gone on so long..... it was unrecognizable.....
until we started waking up. That is when my mother teams up with my father and there is solidarity.
The only time. To go against one of their children. Or it becomes a team effort to get several family members to go against one. This philosophy is no longer working. Most of us have woken up to what has happened. The devastation that has taken place. Pitting against parent..... sibling, you name it.
It takes what it takes to wake up. None of us are proud of the pain we have caused one another.
We truly lived what we learned.... until we had some distance. Some more than others.
All wish it could be different. It is not. The awareness is what we have. Those of us in the family who choose to embrace a new way of living are doing so. Unconditionally..... a little at a time. We are new to this dance. Don't know the steps yet. The trust thing is not there all the way. That has been the deal buster. We grew up with no trust . Having been sold down the river too many times. We are always watching in wait. Hard to relax and just live when you are waiting for that next sucker punch.
I am willing and wanting and working for change. I also see it in some of my siblings. "The river is wide"..... as my boy James Taylor sings." I can cross over..... give me a boat that can carry two....."
Coming from the parents I have, finally understanding...... by stepping back far enough.
Also quite helpful to have unconditional people in my corner now.
My Parents played favorites-my siblings and I would be dropped for the one at the time who had the most to offer the "bottomless pits".
I didn't understand the rules of engagement. I was far too invested in pleasing. Being fifth out of sixth in the line up..... I took what I could get. The last two of us were kind of an after thought for child rearing. It was not as though it was a picnic for the first four. Not by any stretch. When two parents, take mine for example, never got their emotional needs met there is going to be havoc in the family.
In mine, my mother had no respect ..... absolute disdain for my father. We felt we always had to choose sides. In the early days..... my mom would cry and drive us around in the family wagon after a fight with my father. The three daughters would comfort the weeping mother. I am not sure what the boys did.
Probably just dug cruising in the ride. That wagon was one fine ride.The back seat faced oncoming traffic....I loved sitting back there!
Our house never felt like a home. If you spilled milk you were demonized. It felt as though we had horns on and were the devils own. My dad would become so enraged. I am pretty sure a lot of milk got spilled on a regular basis in our house.
First off, we had very poor table manners. We were born in a barn practically with our behavior. Wild Animals On Parade.
There were a lot of us.... with very little rules going on. Except church rules. House rules....
we cleaned and did the dishes, etc.
Second..... we were hungry.
We wanted to eat when we wanted to eat. My mom was very big on going to the Bakery Outlet.
She would buy unbelievable amounts of very inexpensive bread, donuts, etc.
We would inhale those items as quickly as she bought them. We always had at least two or three refrigerators and a freezer. Packed with lots of food. I never knew not eating mountains of
grated velveeta cheese by the handful.... as my mom made tray after tray of tacos.
Let me tell you...... we could put that food away.
Meal time was very quick and loud...... eat everything in sight. It was expected. Normal.
As the years went by and my dad became the cook, if we didn't eat the fifteen courses he prepared,
[okay slight exaggeration but not much!] again..... that conditional thing would come into play. Anger at us if we did not eat enormous amounts of food to please his ego for what he prepared. So much
until feelings of wanting to vomit. He would go on and on about how he cooked.... don't you like it?
Here have more. I would feel like a trapped rat. None of us wanted his wrath.
It was a silent brewing rage. Food has always been such an issue in our family. It has felt a form of control to me in their home. I find it very difficult to even eat their food most of the time anymore.
I literally feel like I am eating their anger.
The pitting the children against each other has gone on so long..... it was unrecognizable.....
until we started waking up. That is when my mother teams up with my father and there is solidarity.
The only time. To go against one of their children. Or it becomes a team effort to get several family members to go against one. This philosophy is no longer working. Most of us have woken up to what has happened. The devastation that has taken place. Pitting against parent..... sibling, you name it.
It takes what it takes to wake up. None of us are proud of the pain we have caused one another.
We truly lived what we learned.... until we had some distance. Some more than others.
All wish it could be different. It is not. The awareness is what we have. Those of us in the family who choose to embrace a new way of living are doing so. Unconditionally..... a little at a time. We are new to this dance. Don't know the steps yet. The trust thing is not there all the way. That has been the deal buster. We grew up with no trust . Having been sold down the river too many times. We are always watching in wait. Hard to relax and just live when you are waiting for that next sucker punch.
I am willing and wanting and working for change. I also see it in some of my siblings. "The river is wide"..... as my boy James Taylor sings." I can cross over..... give me a boat that can carry two....."
Friday, March 12, 2010
Piano Eating
I could eat a piano or two dozen donuts........ but it will not fill the hole that is so very deep in my heart.
This has to come from me. No bag of potato chips...... as delicious and crunchy as they may be,
cannot chew away the anguish I feel inside. Every time I hear that voice on the other end of the phone.
Demanding, expecting, masquerading....... utterly confusing. I cannot breathe. I become irrational immediately. My senses shut down to the point of a child. The unconscious shoveling of food.
Believe me..... whatever I can hoover in..... make it snappy. Dull the pain.
It doesn't matter how I have tried throughout the years with my mother. Here we go again.
Drop in the bucket. Truly..... and I mean this in the kindest way: out of sight .... out of mind. When I am not near her, all is well and still in my world. I am calm and peaceful. Focused.
I lose my senses. This is no longer acceptable. It is not for lack of trying. When one party is unwilling to give.... try....... listen.......LOVE. Surrender is truly necessary for peace of mind. Sanity.
It is said....."Blood is thicker than water." I say..... knock your self out. "You only have one mother."
Well...... I guess I do, but I have found an amazing role model and mentor who has shown me
what real love and giving is. To be truly proud of myself, stand up for what I believe in. She is not my mother...... but exemplifies everything I could ever dream of in one.
Through her own personal fire storm.......with her mother. She has shown me, is showing
me how to navigate my way to a healthy and sane life. I cannot be a punching bag for an unhappy
woman anymore. The denials..... the child like silence. The attacks on all her children....yet if one is to confront her..... the rag doll she becomes. Deeming us....... me = bad. I no longer want to play ball
on this playground. I don't like the rules and it isn't fun. I always feel bad. Always. Every single time.
Same result. Why is it I haven't learned? Wishful thinking? I am sorry that my mother is old now.
Very unlikeable at this stage of the game. That does not make me happy. I tried every conceivable way imaginable to have this scenario turn out differently. It is ..... sadly not in my power.
I never thought...... ever it would be like this. I truly believed I could love her well. Love her so she wouldn't be so disappointed in all of us. Everyone..... everything. I am so sorry now for my brothers and sisters. There are six of us. All good people. Just wanting their mom to hug them. Touch them. Simply love them. Nothing complicated. Just hear the words from her heart. I love you --------[ name inserted]
Time has almost run out. I have begged not only for my sake..... for theirs...... the grandchildren's.
Please open your heart. Everyone wants to love you..... before it is too late. Take a risk.... take a chance.
I shed tears for you now mom. My heart can no longer be broken from you any more. I will no longer allow it. I wanted to be with you. We all tried so hard to love you. You only push us away more.
I hope you find the peace you are looking for. It has not been here with us. For that I can say...
It has truly been your loss. You have some pretty spectacular kids. I wish you really knew them, instead of forcing your beliefs and judgements on them. Did I mention the grandkids. They rock! Stories and lives all their own. Such interesting people. I wish you well mom. I hope you find whatever you need. I just can't eat anymore pianos.
.
This has to come from me. No bag of potato chips...... as delicious and crunchy as they may be,
cannot chew away the anguish I feel inside. Every time I hear that voice on the other end of the phone.
Demanding, expecting, masquerading....... utterly confusing. I cannot breathe. I become irrational immediately. My senses shut down to the point of a child. The unconscious shoveling of food.
Believe me..... whatever I can hoover in..... make it snappy. Dull the pain.
It doesn't matter how I have tried throughout the years with my mother. Here we go again.
Drop in the bucket. Truly..... and I mean this in the kindest way: out of sight .... out of mind. When I am not near her, all is well and still in my world. I am calm and peaceful. Focused.
I lose my senses. This is no longer acceptable. It is not for lack of trying. When one party is unwilling to give.... try....... listen.......LOVE. Surrender is truly necessary for peace of mind. Sanity.
It is said....."Blood is thicker than water." I say..... knock your self out. "You only have one mother."
Well...... I guess I do, but I have found an amazing role model and mentor who has shown me
what real love and giving is. To be truly proud of myself, stand up for what I believe in. She is not my mother...... but exemplifies everything I could ever dream of in one.
Through her own personal fire storm.......with her mother. She has shown me, is showing
me how to navigate my way to a healthy and sane life. I cannot be a punching bag for an unhappy
woman anymore. The denials..... the child like silence. The attacks on all her children....yet if one is to confront her..... the rag doll she becomes. Deeming us....... me = bad. I no longer want to play ball
on this playground. I don't like the rules and it isn't fun. I always feel bad. Always. Every single time.
Same result. Why is it I haven't learned? Wishful thinking? I am sorry that my mother is old now.
Very unlikeable at this stage of the game. That does not make me happy. I tried every conceivable way imaginable to have this scenario turn out differently. It is ..... sadly not in my power.
I never thought...... ever it would be like this. I truly believed I could love her well. Love her so she wouldn't be so disappointed in all of us. Everyone..... everything. I am so sorry now for my brothers and sisters. There are six of us. All good people. Just wanting their mom to hug them. Touch them. Simply love them. Nothing complicated. Just hear the words from her heart. I love you --------[ name inserted]
Time has almost run out. I have begged not only for my sake..... for theirs...... the grandchildren's.
Please open your heart. Everyone wants to love you..... before it is too late. Take a risk.... take a chance.
I shed tears for you now mom. My heart can no longer be broken from you any more. I will no longer allow it. I wanted to be with you. We all tried so hard to love you. You only push us away more.
I hope you find the peace you are looking for. It has not been here with us. For that I can say...
It has truly been your loss. You have some pretty spectacular kids. I wish you really knew them, instead of forcing your beliefs and judgements on them. Did I mention the grandkids. They rock! Stories and lives all their own. Such interesting people. I wish you well mom. I hope you find whatever you need. I just can't eat anymore pianos.
.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Comfort In Hugs
There is one thing I know for sure. The comfort in hugs.
What this has taught me.... it crosses all barriers. While I may not understand a language that is foreign to me..... Touch is universal. Some parts of the world may be very relaxed with touch.... others easily offended. Embracing may be a little bit of this...... or a whole lotta that.
In crisis, fear, sorrow, catastrophe...the overcoat of formalities seem to somehow be stripped away. Underneath it all..... the true reveal.
We all want the same thing...... to feel safe, warm, loved, cared for. Holding the hand of a stranger....
now becomes our life line. Sometimes I think shake-ups in the world....... are a reminder to bring us back to our humanity....
simplicity. A computer, as much pleasure as it brings, does not, and cannot replace the comfort of a warm hand through a fierce storm. A hurricane. Human contact ........ seems to be highly underrated.
Why only in childhood do we get the sweet hand holding.... tid bits of comfort? "There, there little darling, everything is going to be all right. You'll see." We are still quivering children inside when terror strikes. Why automatically deny there is nothing wrong as adults? Our body still feels it.
The denial that it is there.... pushing it so far away, as though it doesn't exist. The bravest of the brave
explorers speak of how absolutely terrified they were to discover New Land..... New Life.
The truth is...... everyone is..... or they wouldn't be human. It is the next steps we take.
Allowing the fear........ not denying it is there. Which actually cripples us in other ways.
Breathe it through. Cough it out. Scream. Run, jump....... whatever it is you do......
PRAY. Get on your knees. Cry buckets. Then when the raging river inside you stills,
lift your head to the skies and rise. If there is no one to hug you for the courage you have faced....
the lions and tigers and bears..... then you hug your self.
Put your arms around that amazing body that just moments ago felt so terrified in thick, deep sludge.
Gently... with the same compassion you would give the smallest child... until the fear subsides.
Down at the ground you focus now..... until you fully have your bearings. Your feet, now have become like roots from a tree in the earth... so solid. Strength wells inside you...... as the roots climb higher and higher..... rising
all the way up the trunk of your body. You breathe in the solid, quiet strength that is now you.
You put one foot in front of the other. They become lighter and lighter. You realize something has lifted.
Where once was fear..... now replaced by total well being and refreshed energy.
You look around. The calm stillness. You breathe it in. All is well once again.
Your breathing is light..... regulated once again. One foot in front of the other.
What this has taught me.... it crosses all barriers. While I may not understand a language that is foreign to me..... Touch is universal. Some parts of the world may be very relaxed with touch.... others easily offended. Embracing may be a little bit of this...... or a whole lotta that.
In crisis, fear, sorrow, catastrophe...the overcoat of formalities seem to somehow be stripped away. Underneath it all..... the true reveal.
We all want the same thing...... to feel safe, warm, loved, cared for. Holding the hand of a stranger....
now becomes our life line. Sometimes I think shake-ups in the world....... are a reminder to bring us back to our humanity....
simplicity. A computer, as much pleasure as it brings, does not, and cannot replace the comfort of a warm hand through a fierce storm. A hurricane. Human contact ........ seems to be highly underrated.
Why only in childhood do we get the sweet hand holding.... tid bits of comfort? "There, there little darling, everything is going to be all right. You'll see." We are still quivering children inside when terror strikes. Why automatically deny there is nothing wrong as adults? Our body still feels it.
The denial that it is there.... pushing it so far away, as though it doesn't exist. The bravest of the brave
explorers speak of how absolutely terrified they were to discover New Land..... New Life.
The truth is...... everyone is..... or they wouldn't be human. It is the next steps we take.
Allowing the fear........ not denying it is there. Which actually cripples us in other ways.
Breathe it through. Cough it out. Scream. Run, jump....... whatever it is you do......
PRAY. Get on your knees. Cry buckets. Then when the raging river inside you stills,
lift your head to the skies and rise. If there is no one to hug you for the courage you have faced....
the lions and tigers and bears..... then you hug your self.
Put your arms around that amazing body that just moments ago felt so terrified in thick, deep sludge.
Gently... with the same compassion you would give the smallest child... until the fear subsides.
Down at the ground you focus now..... until you fully have your bearings. Your feet, now have become like roots from a tree in the earth... so solid. Strength wells inside you...... as the roots climb higher and higher..... rising
all the way up the trunk of your body. You breathe in the solid, quiet strength that is now you.
You put one foot in front of the other. They become lighter and lighter. You realize something has lifted.
Where once was fear..... now replaced by total well being and refreshed energy.
You look around. The calm stillness. You breathe it in. All is well once again.
Your breathing is light..... regulated once again. One foot in front of the other.
Monday, March 1, 2010
Come Together.....
Feeling alone is one of the most isolating experiences . We may as well be on an island far .... off in the the ocean. Even while standing in the middle of the most crowded mall. Sitting in a restaurant that telling feeling inside creeping up..... so desperately wanting to connect with another. Looking around with eyes that sweetly speak...... please notice me. Acknowledge my existence. It's not that I actually want you to do anything for me. Just include me in the human race. I would imagine this goes for each and everyone of us. We have become so disconnected from one another. So busy talking to each other on cell phones....
While your dinner companion is whistling dixie..... waiting for you to finish. Come back to the conversation. At the table next to you- someone with the loudest, crackliest voice known to man kind,
is talking to hear him self speak to fill up his loneliness. Meanwhile..... you are trying to have a truly intimate conversation.
Loneliness is a very painful experience. I think if we just put it out there a little more..... instead of
pretending. It seems the more electronics we bring on, the less we communicate. I notice with all
this fabulous technology, on the whole... very little is actually said. Much ado about nothing.
In letters we said true feelings. There was so much more politeness and gratitude. It is rare for me to even see thank you cards from weddings anymore. What is that about? When did that happen?
It makes me sad. We have so many ways to communicate, to come together. Opportunities to say
what is on our mind without the repercussions and oppression from the past. I hear a lot of silence.
Yes.... there are and always have been the brave souls willing to come forward in honesty. I have the utmost respect for these unsung heroes..... always will.
Standing up and being counted. A little at a time. Saying what you think. How you feel. Being a little different. That truly is what makes the world go round. All the colors of the rainbow.
What a beautiful sight. Raise your voice..... let your true colors be brilliant. Just like you.
Come together.....
While your dinner companion is whistling dixie..... waiting for you to finish. Come back to the conversation. At the table next to you- someone with the loudest, crackliest voice known to man kind,
is talking to hear him self speak to fill up his loneliness. Meanwhile..... you are trying to have a truly intimate conversation.
Loneliness is a very painful experience. I think if we just put it out there a little more..... instead of
pretending. It seems the more electronics we bring on, the less we communicate. I notice with all
this fabulous technology, on the whole... very little is actually said. Much ado about nothing.
In letters we said true feelings. There was so much more politeness and gratitude. It is rare for me to even see thank you cards from weddings anymore. What is that about? When did that happen?
It makes me sad. We have so many ways to communicate, to come together. Opportunities to say
what is on our mind without the repercussions and oppression from the past. I hear a lot of silence.
Yes.... there are and always have been the brave souls willing to come forward in honesty. I have the utmost respect for these unsung heroes..... always will.
Standing up and being counted. A little at a time. Saying what you think. How you feel. Being a little different. That truly is what makes the world go round. All the colors of the rainbow.
What a beautiful sight. Raise your voice..... let your true colors be brilliant. Just like you.
Come together.....
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