Sentiments to a friend...

Author: Malisande /

I sent this from my iPhone, I thought it went to messages...I haven't been on the actual FaceBook site in so long that I've missed all of the recent changes, lol. I hope your feeling well today. I was talking to my friend who I know you'll just love if I can get you two to meet each other..she mentions so many of the feelings you express and I think its so amazing! She feels torn up by recent bad things that have happened to her but she's coping so much better than she ever has before because she's using some of the skills I'm teaching her.
She's able to reflect on things with greater understanding and less hurt/pain.
It's hard to take our minds of the problems and keep them off long enough to learn a skill that will help us through or OUT of it.
When you're young nothing is failure.
When you're young nothing is failure.
When you're young nothing is failure.
I repeat this because it's vital that you learn this!
Everything you do now is only practice.
Everything you do now is only practice.
Everything you do now is only practice
Young people make misjudgements (not mistakes)
Young people make misjudgements (not mistakes)
Young people make misjudgements (not mistakes)
...Because they lack experience or guidance from someone who has experience. They are not supported fully.
...Because they lack experience or guidance from someone who has experience. They are not supported fully.
...Because they lack experience or guidance from someone who has experience. They are not supported fully.
In the US young adults are expected to fledge earlier than they are capable of succeeding on their on experience.. Age is not enough.
They need to be supported until they have a strong work skill, employed in a stable job and have made at least one promotion, should remain on that support until they have saved enough money for the down payment on their first house and their credit is built up to a positive FICA score.

THAT IS THAT.
But sadly, many families either don't know this (like my parents) or they lack the means to give this support to their kids and lastly some parents weren't meant to be parents but were misled by tradition that they are going to grow up, have a family and that will make them happy. Kids should not be chided about how many boy/girl friends they have. It puts the expectation (programing) in their head to go in that direction.
I raised my kids that they needed to search their hearts as to whether or not they felt that they should be single persons or were more suited to family life.

This was to help prevent unhappy parents with unhappy children.
I am a single parent and was not able to give the full support my kids needed. But I was able to do a little of all of it.
Partly, they were overanxious to become adults with fun lives and left the nest sooner than necessary.
My oldest got involved with a bad guy and got pregnant with my first grand child. She had to endure much abuse from the baby's father through the court system and my grandbaby was finally molested by her paternal grandpa and uncle with the help of her grandmother while her dad ignored it until the FBI got up in his face.
My son fledged to get out of sharing family responsibility only to later express his remorse and regrets with tears rolling down his cheeks. He got in trouble soon after leaving on his own at 19 and almost went to prison, attempted suicide twice while staying with his dad before he came to live with me here in CO and I spent everything within and outside myself helping him get turned around.
Even the best parenting isn't enough when the kids leave too soon.
My third child met a guy who puts his career ahead of her and their family to be. She listened better than her siblings though, she finished school, built her credit, bought a beautiful car, got a great job as a dental assistant, got a promotion and a few raises, entered college for dental hygienist..and got involved with this guy, her grades fell, was tired all the time..work was harder..savings disappeared...
I'm raising my forth, she's only nine, gifted/talented...and there's no guaranties.
I CAN"T TEACH MY KIDS HOW TO LIVE.
I CAN ONLY TEACH THE HOW TO WIN!
They are winning. One better than the other due to their choices and level of experience and what they'd let me give them and what I was capable of giving.
Learn to look for lessons in things, keeping in mind firmly that God will NEVER try you with evil things.
Look for gifts...they hide in everything and everyone.
Learn HOW to see. How to look at things.

If you don't learn how to look and how to see (they are different) we will never know WHAT we lived.

Too LittleTime...

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I remember when I was 5 years old and my mother was reading a book to me that stirred me up in this way...I started crying and told her I didn't ever want to die. Why did we have to die? I still remember that sick in the bottom of my soul feeling I had that night...because it has never, ever, left me.
It's been a daily awareness that every time I look in the mirror, it will be the last time I see that face for that day and tomorrow I will be one day closer to death. I'm no longer afraid of what happens at death. What I fear is what I won't enjoy here anymore because I enjoy my kids so much...to the exclusion of nearly everything else but GOD. When I am passing, lying there, if I have sanity with me, I will be so sad to end the days I have enjoyed with my children more than words could ever say. I wonder...   ...what will their lives turn out to be for them...   ...who will hold their hands when they are dying? I wish it could be me because I know what to say for my children to make them feel safe. Like, when they had a bad dream and couldn't fall asleep. I knew them by their very souls. I knew what to say and how to say it to each one so that they would feel completely safe. Who will do this for them then? I know the answer but is at best a good second choice...IT WILL BE THEMSELVES AND UNTIL THE LAST ONE, IT WILL BE EACH OTHER. They will remember what I'd say things like, they'll remember how much I love them and they'll remember all that I've taught them. And if sanity is with them...I will be too and they will be so sad to end the days with their kids that they have enjoyed more than words could ever say. And they will wonder what life will turn out to be for their children and who will hold their hands. And they won't fear what happens at death but they will fear what they won't enjoy here with their kids because I will have taught them how to love them with a passion that reaches into to the bottom of their children's very souls. And their children will hold their hands as they will hold mine but nothing will take away the bitterness of our parting. I want to revel in that bitter. It's mine and I will feel angry and so very sad, so proud of them and I want to revel in that bitter. I want it to be powerful and to completely devour me slowly. I want it to sting my eyes and tear my heart out...because I love them so...so...very much. I just want to feel all there is to being a mother...the pains of birth are sweet (compared to pains of parting) and yet I didn't appreciate them fully. I want to feel this bitter fully. It's mine. It's my last feeling to feel until "then".
In my twenties I used to look at myself closely to try to measure visually and from memory how much claim time was placing upon me. At 30, trying to remember my face at 15, 17, 19, was it getting hold of me yet? How could I measure the speed of it's approach? How could I gauge how long I had left and how much appreciation was I having for each day. What had I unknowingly squandered? What could I do to make it up? I was always happy to have a face I didn't mind looking at every day. But the hold I was concerned with wasn't in regard to vanity, it was so much deeper. Suddenly, here I stand, knee deep in my 40's. Next time I blink, I'll be 60 or 70.
I've loved everyday of life even when it didn't love me back the same.  
If life were my husband, I would have been a battered wife. I've endured this in reality and escaped fatal illness a few times. Dangers untold, against great odds, oh if only anyone could ever really know...what odds I've beaten...     ...the stories are in bits and pieces and without the ability to sew them all together for someone to really see them...   ...I will die without anyone really knowing my love for life to the full. And I cannot take full credit, I know that GOD made it all endurable as well as rescued me...I feel...all the time. I've probably lived the life of three people and yet others have endured far more than me, which just blows my mind! What will the ending of my kid's stories be?
I will only know my first two children for 3/4 of their lives, my third child for half of her life and my last child for 1/4-1/3 of hers.
I really ache over my last child, I had her much later. I'm 43 and she's only eight. It just, just, just kills me to lose out on that huge chunk of her life!! I want that bitter to have many rows of long, sharp teeth and to rip through me with slow bites. I want to feel how deep my love really goes as Death tears it out of my heart. I want to feel every drop of goodbye being poured out through my veins for as long as Death will keep me in it's mouth. No one will understand what I mean. Who wants to feel pain like this? But what they can't grasp is what they will miss out on... I had long hard births and I what have now is more than I had then....I want to feel that bitter bitterly -inside me, to the bottom of my very soul. That Death will claim it's prey and I want to fight a violent fight...I want to protest. I want to stay with my kids to the bitter last and I will HATE that beast!!! So, if it will and it will, I want to feel how bad leaving my kids feels and feel the bitter anger of my full protest!!! It's as horrifically precious an experience as birth although it is it's opposite and far more extreme.
My GOD gave me the most beautiful gifts -that made life, my life, just wonderful...more than words could ever say...they are my kids, the ability to experience them and the TIME I share with them.

I'm so proud of my daughter!!

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29 April 2010 6:13pm EDT

Sexist Labels

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Hello, My Curious Visitor!
My daughter and I were talking about the way women bear Sexist Labels and the way these labels affect women and girls and boys.
For example...
Men are called Mr.. But, women have to be defined by labels such as Miss - she belongs to her father, or she's not mature, or she's not married ("as she should be"). And how about Mrs.? She belongs to her husband. She customarily takes his name unless she hyphenates them. Then there's Ms.. This was supposed to set men and women on an equal plane but it was attacked by sexist thinkers and given such connotations as Radical, Feminist, Divorced, Spinster.
We also discussed how these labels go hand in hand with sexist behaviors.
For example...
Most men have a secretive behavior carried on only by men. A view or attitude that women are for their needs and purposes, that they should be excluded from the secret society men share, they are a nuisance that men generally have to contend with, and have fewer choices.
Let's break these down a bit...
~Secretive behavior carried on by men- Yes, some fathers condition their sons in early childhood to look at women's bodies and use derogatory words or statements like, (pardon the explicit terminology) "that bitch has a great ass" -right to their six year old son, but never in front of a female other that the one being targeted. This type of looking, "dog calling", body language and so forth builds a barrier between the son and his mother (and/or sisters). From the son's stand point, father has betrayed natural loyalty to mom. He now bears guilty and insecure feelings because he is a witness of the degradation of women (one of whom he loves) and is bound by "the secrecy" or else...or else nothing...he is too young to stand up to the challenge...a challenge he's too young to discern what is going on between himself and who he will become as a "man". It's an iron clad social structure that is inescapable in all but rare cases. It's the same secretive power trip that is carried on by molesters over their victims, psychologically. Violation/victimization=fear, secrecy=power, guilt=surrender and severing of all bonds except to the one holding the power.  Not enough said but lets move on...
~A view that women are for their (men's) needs and purposes- Many married women will argue to the death against some of these points because they have so much invested. Let's for the sake of peace just keep in mind that we are discussing "sexist behaviors" and not every woman's husband.
What condition of thinking would a male have to be in at the moment he stares at a woman for the purpose of making her know that he thinks she's sexy or beautiful or even ugly? What is his perception of him self (if any at all) when he thinks he must convey his thoughts to her? Does he disregard or even skip the process of thinking to himself whether or not she wants his "informative" stare or whether its his place to inform her in such an audacious manner of what he thinks of her. Does he even subconsciously ask himself "Is my opinion worth anything at all to anyone other than myself (most people want to keep their stupid thoughts to themselves but not this guy)? Why do I feel I am entitled or elected to be the informer? Is everyone with me on this?" He assumes too much.
Notice all the words in BOLD print above. These concepts are distorted in his judgment.
Ok...
Here's an example on the lower end of the scale...married women brace yourselves...
What condition of thinking would a male be in when he asks his wife "What's for dinner?" Has he been just a tiny bit presumptuous by choosing not to position his mind in a more equal position to hers by not assuming that she has certainly had time to cook his dinner, that nothing went array in her schedule to prevent her from being on time with his dinner? Hmmm...his dinner? He presumes that getting home from work is like...showing up for work as "the boss". Could/should he have assumed an equal position to her and said "What's left that I can do to get dinner ready?"
I can go on and on about this with far too many examples, so lets take a look at the next one...
~ They (women) should be excluded from the secret society men share- Its a fact. Men and not women indulge themselves in this "secret society", a behavior they try to keep women out of. Elks Clubs (not to single them out because there are so many examples but I watched a lot of Flinstones when I was a kid- hey, there's another example) are just one of many men's organized societies excluding women(YMCA "the early years"). Women weren't allowed to have such things until the Women's Revolution. And with all applicable labels imposed, women's organizations supposedly "distract them from their duties" or  "are for ulterior motives" ("like gambling") or "will increase their rebellious attitude". Men "don't succumb" to these degrading qualities when they do the very same things. "Women 'spoil' the purpose of these 'social male only organizations' " is the opinion of male members. Women have long received ridicule for fighting for and exercising their right to participate in ("male") sports. They were labeled "butches" among other things. Where does this prejudice originate from? Yes, yes, patriarchal thinking, yes. The answer is men, better yet, the forefathers of their "male directed secret society movement" and all their male followers and female supporters (whether they realize it or not). This society, our society, empowers it's male members with extra privileges that women aren't granted. And they're attitude toward women is "You should do the same for yourself, but since you never do, you must need, want and enjoy my control and domination". Yet, when women try, they are over powered by the very society these men are imposing, because men, these many men, will escalate their efforts to intimidate women into submitting whenever women try to own their own power. Kind of like over throwing another kingdom...get them blindside and hold them there. It has taken extreme efforts in all cases (including racial) to over turn the reign of prejudice society campaigns.
~They (women) are a nuisance that men generally have to contend with- Women have menstrual cycles, they cry..."they need to be rescued". Many movies make this point from both sides. On one side the female is being attacked by a "bad guy" and on the other side she needs rescuing by the "good guy". Either way the story is more complicated because of her. There's more injury/death to the men because of her. She's most often depicted as escaping serious injury because he got it instead.
~ [Women] have fewer choices-  Yah, remember those cowboy movies where the woman was doing all her farm work in her long dress, dragging the bottom of it all through the mud?! How much time does it take to get mud and stains out of petticoat lace? With Lye? And no rubber gloves? I know, I'm giving her a pitty-party. But you get the point? It's how we look at things. Don't we ever dissect the matter and evaluate if the way things are are the way they should be or if they ought to be allowed to continue on as they are? What consequences will be incurred are rarely given even a first thought by the perpetrator (perpetuator). Why do women still have dress distinctions that men simply do not have? Sure women enjoy many of these differences but there are some road blocks on certain standards that men set for women. Like...more focus on a female politician goes to what style she is wearing than how skilled she is at her job. If she does shoot some wolves it becomes more of a scandal than an affair by a male politician, not to convict or condone either one.
Little girls are conditioned to go ask their grandparents if they like her new dress or the bow in her hair. That what matters is what other people think. Vanity is her goal in life because how else will she catch that husband? Marriage tradition is taught to male and female children without any regard/respect for the fact that no one knows if they would be well suited parents or whether they (their personality) would be happier and more fulfilled as single persons. How many times have you or someone you know asked a young child "So how many boy/girl friends do you have?" just to see their cute faces blush? It's not intentional. We just aren't taught to question things "too far".
To the contrary, little boys are allowed to wear outfits that advertise their ownership of their power and ability...football jerseys, athletic logos and colors as bright as a nations flag!! Dirty knees and holes in the pants are badges of honor and war paint. All telling of the strength and victory of a young MAN.
In the single parent arena, women often raise the children with little support (all types) from the fathers. When a child is getting fed Mcey- D's and frozen dinners for half a week on his time the courts look at mom like what are you complaining about? Dads don't have parenting skills by nature (then they shouldn't receive 50/50 custody, maybe an afternoon is all he's good for). "A bad dad is better than no dad" (even if he does leave the kid in the truck by himself while he goes into the bar to sell some weed and never gets caught). But the underlying mentality is that he's paying child support so, he (poor daddy, doing what he'd be doing any way with some other woman) should get compensated for it. But at the expense of the child's development??!!! I'M NOT TALKING ABOUT GOOD DADS!!!!! WE LOVE YOU GUYS!!! It's the "Male Secret Society" dads we're hashing about.
Oh for the love of our boys!! Mom's, we shouldn't ignore those subtle signs of prejudice that our husbands/boyfriends are seducing our sons away from us with!! And men of ANY conscience at all, if you can hear this with your heart...owning your own power doesn't mean owning someone else's!! NOT EVEN YOUR SON'S!!

So, maybe you thought this whole thing was all about females...
It's about advocating for humans. And without inner beauty and integrity we don't qualify as human, not even as animals who possess a natural affection that many "humans" lack.

LINK> Supporting Evidence :D  Flinstones> Fred makes my point.
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Ok, if I don't post again tomorrow, keep chewing on this 'cause I'm exhausted!!!

Hi, My Curious Visitor,
This is my first entry. I was originally filling in my profile "About Me" with this info but there was a limit to the number of words it allows, so I copy/pasted it as my first Blog...
I'm going to be 44 soon, I still look much younger than I am. Whistles still come from guys as young as 17-18. But time will demand that I pay up at any given moment.

I adopted a vegan diet and feel I've made the right choice for me.
I have Asperger's but you'd never know it unless you have it too, hahaha! :D This in mind, I won't always feel like responding to your comments and at other times I'll unload from my mental vault all the bazillion thoughts I've pent up for my entire life. Scoot back, make room.

I have four kids, three grown and one still growing. And I have one grand daughter. No, words could ever express my live for them!! But here, listen to this song I've dedicated to them...


I'm not making any effort to find my true love...I figure he's probably already been born and died somewhere in the past or he hasn't come to life yet and we'll miss each other by decades or centuries. Or he's somewhere on the other side of the earth and doesn't even speak the same language so we'll never connect. Whatever the case, if he shows up one day it would really be awesome because the letters I've written to him are piling up. He really needs to read his mail, especially my love letters.
Here's a description of him in this piece I wrote...

I've never known him but I do. Knowing isn't a need that I have, yet.

Earth is the souls of his feet, the sounds of his guitar are the spices I will use.

From the early morning the cool of the red dirt floor fades and the door stays open so the hot wind can come and go as it pleases. In the evening he stands there smelling the sage in the breeze.

Moon light is the color of his skin. His hair is on his shoulder and my hair is on his back. His smile is gentle like thunder. We kiss with our eyes and we laugh with our hands.

His opinion is that I should express mine, he's writing down the words for his song.

We threw the "perfect" out the first day yet, he's never distracted when I glance.

Equality is our bed sheet and truth is our bed. Our plans are the whispers on our pillow. Love is our table and remembering is our chair. I wash his cares and hang them upon yesterday.

His art I wear on my ankles, ears and wrists. He never makes a demand.

Time is our marriage band, the gleaming shadow of our bond. Our vows too deep are completed unspoken.
copyright 2009 MM (rough and unfinished)

I love flowers and animals and children and people (although my Asperger's is possessive of me and keeps me to itself for the most part) and textures and colors and more colors and Ooo! Ooo! things in clear containment like ecospheres, terrariums, apothecary jars, glass cloaks/bells, things under water like tide pools and fish tanks looking from above!!, watches (can't touch those moving hands), shadow boxes (have a little less appeal) and cuckoo clocks (you can't see through the clock but the bird is illusive, you can barely see him and only momentarily. The fascination is that it is visible but intangible!!

I love music of most kinds. I hear ALL of the instruments and enjoy the lower and higher ones the most.
I enjoy intellectual movies mostly, they can be intriguing or funny but they gotta do something for my smarts. I keep up with the story but I wander around exploring the back ground, looking at the furniture and extras, or the unfocused foreground details. I get it all!!

I have a mathematic disability so there are limits on my ability to learn math, to learn to write or play music and sequential things like time, account numbers and processes. Leaves me looking like an idiot, huh? Don't underestimate the deficit!! Tigers are caught in pits. Empty abysses. Laugh Out Loud.

Well, I have to live this day in order to write about it :D