Love & Light for Baltimore

In light of the Baltimore Riots and Conflict I’d like to share a quote by Rollo May:
“When inward life dries up, when feeling decreases and apathy increases, when one cannot affect or even genuinely touch another person, violence flares up as a daimonic necessity for contact, a mad drive forcing touch in the most direct way possible.”

For those of you who are unfamiliar with the term daimonic, as a literary term, it means the dynamic unrest that exists in us all that forces us into the unknown, leading to self-destruction and/or self-discovery. I also invite you to read more about apathy here:

We live in an apathetic society, prisoners of our own devices. We humans created this cage we are living in, and it is high time that we realize we are the only ones who have the power to free ourselves. It’s time to forget about Race, Religion, Sex, Political Standing, Education, Etc, and get to the humanity of it all. We ARE ALL IN THIS TOGETHER.

Hate is not the opposite of love; apathy is.

Therefor LOVE is the ONLY ANSWER.

We point fingers at the people in Baltimore, who’s apathy has erupted in a most extreme way, but consider taking a look at how apathy has erupted into violence in your own life. This could be small violence such as violence (not physical) to yourself, alcohol, the use of drugs, addictions in many forms, not taking care of your health, or generally being self destructive, making poor choices, and ignoring the ability to look inward and grow. Or maybe violence towards others, such as verbally abusing your spouse, judging others journeys and lives, neglecting others needs, not showing empathy, having an affair, lying, etc. Or even violence towards the planet, littering, not taking personal responsibility for our waste, consumption, and impact on the planet, living unsustainable lifestyles or lack of respect for all living things.

Life comes from physical survival; but the good life comes from what we care about. What is it that you care most about, outside of yourself and your small little corner of the world?

Consider empathy for the people in Baltimore, just for one moment. Consider finding a way to love them. Not because they are right in their actions, but because you are not immune. Ask yourself how any great changes have been made in history, and the answer is through rebellion. The problem is, this rebellion is misguided, due to lack of education and social awareness. The apathy has erupted into misdirected violence and a boiling over of frustration with a system they feel powerless to change peacefully. But who is going to teach communities such as this how to impact change? Not many, because generally not many care. They believe they are unaffected. They themselves are apathetic.

Do you see how this poses a problem? We all feel free to sit back and bitch about whats going on somewhere else, but we are not willing to be a part of the solution, a part of the education, a part of the love.

I’ll leave you with this thought: Have the courage to love in the face of adversity for courage is not the absence of fear; it is, rather, the capacity to move ahead in spite of fear.

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Thanksgiving Madness

I woke up around 11:00 am this morning with a Thanksgiving hangover. No, not from drinking, because my parents house in an alcohol free zone, which after the months I’ve lived in Rabbit Hash Kentucky, I’m almost thankful for that alone. My hangover is a combination type, from over eating and noise. I’ve become rather used to my quiet nights on the river at Lizzie’s in the Hash. Granted my mom’s house is usually pretty chaotic, this thanksgiving was no exception.
I decided this year, since I’m single and didn’t have anyone else’s family thanksgiving to visit that I would come spend the whole day at my parents house and help with dinner preparations. My 58 year old mother was off work for the first time in 8 years. Upon her request for me to come and watch the Macy’s Thanksgiving day parade in the morning like “old times”, I decided to just make the hour drive up to Cincinnati the night before so that I didn’t have to wake up super early Thanksgiving morning to make it here in time.

I left the house with intentions of being at my moms around 9, but ya know, the road to hell is paved with good intentions. After visiting a few friends from Cincy, I finally pulled into Mom’s driveway close to 1 am. After carrying in my two baskets of dirty laundry to wash and small suitcase I’d packed, I pretty much went straight to bed. I had the privilege of sleeping in the room my mom has set up for my three little girl cousins, and despite sleeping in a bed that’s made for a 7 year old, a real mattress was soooo much more comfortable than my luxury fold out couch in Liz’s living room.


I woke up Thursday morning to the smell of baking cinnamon rolls and could foretell that I would be thoroughly disgusted with my eating habits by the end of the day. We had a home cooked breakfast, watched the parade and of course I overdid it on the cinnamon rolls (I can’t help myself). We had some educational moments. First I pointed out to my dad that the parade is one giant advertisement, and then we made sort of a game of pointing out inconspicuous brand names and logos on floats and anchor people name dropping specific companies that sponsor the parade. Dad says he’ll never see the parade the same again lol. I prepared the turkey, begrudgingly, with Mom’s guidance, and as I was elbow deep in the turkey’s rear end (and also just absolutely disgusted with being a human) I brought up that we should be thankful to this turkey for his life, since after all, he was killed and now we were going to eat him. My mom retorted with, if we didn’t kill the turkeys and eat them, they’d be over populated.

Lol. I explained to her that us humans are the ones who are over populated, and we are not controlling the wild animal population by killing them for our food. Instead we are mass producing animals in a way that is super unhealthy for both the animals and the people that eat them, in an attempt to keep up with the greedy appetites of humanity, mainly Americans. Although I do eat meat, at this point in my life I try to not eat meat or fish if it is not ethically raised in a humane and fair way for the animal and a processed in a healthy way for me to put into my body. I’ve become (for the most part) unwilling to compromise my moral standards for affordability.

Ok, so I made it through preparing dinner, and the family politics , and finally got a shower and dressed before company arrived. This year we were short a few people, but if my cousin Heather and her 7, yes count them, 7 children show up to holidays, there’s never a shortage of noise or chaos.  Since the kids were coming, I decided to get a movie for us all to watch, but trying to get 7 kids and several adults to sit still and be quiet for a movie is like trying to herd cats.

After too much dinner, struggling through the movie, and sharing laughs and stories with the family, I was pooped and ready for bed.  I lay in the tiny twin bed and looked over at the nightlight that belonged to me as a little girl. IMG_0179.JPG

It was a gift from my grandpa when my mom was pregnant. I felt nostalgic and it swelled in my heart.  I realized that despite the chaos and craziness, these are the people I love and care for.  They may drive me crazy sometimes, and I them, but I wouldn’t trade them for the world.