Friendly reminder that if you don’t like your name you can choose/invent/derive a new one
And if you don’t like your pronouns you can choose/invent/derive new ones
And if you don’t like the words used for your body you can choose/invent derive new ones
And if you don’t feel any identity words fit you can choose/invent/derive new ones
Language exists to suit us not the other way around
. do what the fuck you want. Its your life
Open your mouth only if what you are going to say is more beautiful than silence.
افتح فمك فقط إن كان ما ستقوله أجمل من الصمت
I want you to tell me about every person you’ve ever been in love with. Tell me why you loved them, then tell me why they loved you. Tell me about a day in your life you didn’t think you’d live through. Tell me what the word “home” means to you and tell me in a way that I’ll know your mothers name just by the way you describe your bed room when you were 8. See, I wanna know the first time you felt the weight of hate and if that day still trembles beneath your bones. Do you prefer to play in puddles of rain or bounce in the bellies of snow? And if you were to build a snowman, would you rip two branches from a tree to build your snowman arms? Or would you leave the snowman armless for the sake of being harmless to the tree? And if you would, would you notice how that tree weeps for you because your snowman has no arms to hug you every time you kiss him on the cheek? Do you kiss your friends on the cheek? Do you sleep beside them when they’re sad, even if it makes your lover mad? Do you think that anger is a sincere emotion or just the timid motion of a fragile heart trying to beat away its pain? See, I wanna know what you think of your first name. And if you often lie awake at night and imagine your mothers joy when she spoke it for the very first time. I want you tell me all the ways you’ve been unkind. Tell me all the ways you’ve been cruel. Tell me—knowing I often picture Gandhi at ten years old beating up little boys at school. If you were walking by a chemical plant, where smoke stacks were filling the sky with dark, black clouds, would you holler, “Poison! Poison! Poison!” really loud or would whisper, “That cloud looks like a fish, and that cloud looks like a fairy”? Do you believe that Mary was really a virgin? Do you believe that Moses really parted the sea? And if you don’t believe in miracles, tell me, how would you explain the miracle of my life to me? See, I wanna know if you believe in any god, or if you believe in many gods. Or better yet, what gods believe in you. And for all the times you’ve knelt before the temple of yourself, have the prayers you’ve asked come true? And if they didn’t did you feel denied? And if you felt denied, denied by who[m]? I wanna know what you see when you look in the mirror on a day you’re feeling good. I wanna know what you see in the mirror on a day a day you’re feeling bad. I wanna know the first person who ever taught you your beauty could ever be reflected on a lousy piece of glass. If you ever reach enlightenment, will you remember how to laugh? Have you ever been a song? Would you think less of me if I told you I have lived my entire life a little off key and I’m not nearly as smart as my poetry I just plagiarized the thoughts of the people around me who have learned the wisdom of silence. Do you believe that concrete perpetuates violence? And if you do I want you to tell me of a meadow where my skateboard will soar. See, I wanna know more than what you do for a living. I wanna know how much of your life you spend just giving. And if you love yourself enough to also receive sometimes. I wanna know if you bleed sometimes through other people’s wounds. And if you dream sometimes that this life is just a balloon that if you wanted to you could pop—but you never would because you’d never want it to stop. If a tree fell in the forest, and you were the only one there to hear it, if its fall to the ground didn’t make a sound, would you panic in fear that you didn’t exist or would you bask in the bliss of your nothingness? And lastly, let me ask you this: if you and I went for a walk, and the entire walk we didn’t talk, do you think eventually we’d kiss? No way. That’s askin’ too much—after all, this is only our first date.
Asking too much - Andrea Gibson
And I give it all back to the earth mother
I have had the opportunity to live my adolescent life in a small rural area in the middle of British Columbia. I was invited into beautiful gatherings and festivities of people who are intentional creators of free flowing space for creativity, sustainable living and free loving. (Bias going through your head..) By free loving I mean as a stranger the first time to a valley created by people, they welcomed me with open arms, encouraging me and sharing their life style. As a girl who was born in a religious community of a Hindu sect, I felt already home in the “hippy” community in the mountains of BC. It was just the next step and after a few years of attending solstice and summer gatherings I knew I wanted my future to be focused around sustainable intentions. I want my children to be encouraged and not anyway repressed from any of western society’s norms. The typical hippy thinking you might say. But as I started research online, I found more and more people live like this, some more extreme than others. In my perfect Utopian world. I would be a raw vegan vegetarian with acres of my own land in a secluded tropical country, and living completely and utterly independant, with a garden that would feed me year round. I would not support the machine in as many ways as I could help it. Supporting only local business and people. My children would be home schooled by me and when they got to highschool level they wouldn’t even have a whimsical thought of feeling of judgment that I felt from normal society. They would be way too ignorant to even question why someone would judge them on such silly rubbish such as body image, looks entirely, and such materialistic items, ect.
Back to my experience in an intentional hippy commune, I was exploring with them for about 2 or 3 years before I moved away. There were potlucks each get together.. Locally grown food and smokes, and wild tobacco, organic free range spring water, crazy drum circles,( rain and shine), hours and hours long hikes that I started and in the middle thought OK I’ll wait at this point till you get back, but I kept going and kept pushing and each time I made it all the way. I even did a brutal rocky hike with bare feet! My own decision to get myself grounded that summer. The next day I was limping.. And of course wicked live music and dancing all night outdoors. .
So I guess I am here composing this tribute to these people, these awake people who show me that this was really a joy of how to live your life. You are conscious, you share, you help, give back, its a gift we all have to give.. The meaning of life is to find a gift, your gift.. The purpose of life is to give it back.. Give back.