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Living as our True Selves

We never know what others are or have suffered.  I wrote this after reading Liza’s blog today.  It was full of truth and surprise.

 

The hope lies in trying

In living and defying

The odds that say no

Standing tall after the blow

Refreshing life and understanding

With strength and friends banding

Against the hurt pain and sorrow

Continuing strong and more so grow

Into a life that is worth living

Laughing sharing and giving

When we can and when we should

To friends family and neighbourhood

 

 

 

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Masks

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I read Sheryl’s post regarding masks with great interest.  I thought it was a noteworthy topic and decided to continue the subject.

We all wear masks, not just at Halloween, which can be a great deal of fun, especially the beautifully decorated ones, with either lacy edging or fun colours.

I was thinking more along the lines of the masks we wear depending on whom we are with.  Often we wear a mask at work, especially in a new job, putting our best foot forward, letting little of our own personality shine through.  One because we are “learning” a new job and it’s intricacies.  Two because we are watching the interactions that go on, getting a feel for the dynamics we are involved in.

More importantly, we put on masks to disguise our true feelings, our true selves from the outside world.  Often it becomes so ingrained it almost becomes “us” and who we are.  The “real” us becomes hidden, even from ourselves, so we truly don’t know who “we” are anymore.

Could it be because we’re taught often, not to rock the boat, don’t make waves, or there is a right and a wrong time for this discussion, difference of opinion etc.   Perhaps, this is why as a society we have become so “sensitive” or perhaps “insensitive” would be a better word, to so much, even intolerant.  We no longer look at the big picture, putting the thoughts words ideas or conjecture into context, or even dismissing them as ridiculous instead of perceiving them as a “threat”.  The question is, a threat to whom?

When we put on our “big boy and big girl” underwear, step back and take stock, we often realize there is no real credible threat in what is being said.  Yes, I realize we often think if it’s said once, no problem, but we tend to believe it if we see the same thing in print three or more times, we change our opinions.  That’s when investigation or fact-checking becomes necessary, delving into the meat of the situation instead of reacting to it or dismissing it.

On a personal level, I know I wore a mask forever.  I would stand at the door, prepared to leave, and relax and inevitably put on my mask, my mask for meeting the outside world. I really wasn’t any different in how I reacted.  Still, there was an invisible wall that I’d erect that my friend pointed out one day.  At first, I had no idea what he was referring to.  What mask?  How was I putting on a mask, how was I different?  This friend knew intimate details that I was facing, not just a crossroads, but an inner struggle of such magnitude that it would take many hours, days, weeks, months and yes, years to come to terms with.

I didn’t feel it was necessary to wear my “heart on my sleeve” as it were and allow anyone else to know of the deep-seated turmoil I was endeavouring to overcome and work my way through.  That mask effectively protected me until such times as I was able to handle the intricacies of the situation before me and how it impacted both my family and me.

Therefore, I often in hind-sight, feel that a mask is our own protection against the onslaught of too much information, too much emotion, and a protection against those who would use our insecurities, our indecision, our vulnerability against us.

Perhaps there is a time and a place for a mask, as long as the mask doesn’t become fixed and become “us” and we are able to look upon ourselves at least, with clarity.

 

 

 

 

 

Writers

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I have been absolutely awed and fascinated since I began blogging.  Not only because it’s given me an outlet for my writing and the ability to try a variety of subjects and styles of writing.

Interestingly people often scoff at writers, thinking them empty headed, silly, non conformist and basically unstable.  The opposite is true. What a fascinating lot we are.  Generally, writers have a good grasp on reality.   To write effectively, knowledgeably, and well, you have to have a decent understanding of humanity and what makes us tick individually and as a whole.

It’s easy to paint the world with a single brush. Living in a small community or small city comparatively, it would be simpler to group individuals into types, the type that chose these locations as backward, lacking in knowledge or culture.

Having lived in a very small community, I know this is not true.  There are some very forward thinking people tucked away not because they are hiding or running away from society (not that that isn’t also true) but because it’s where they chose to live.

If you know me well, you’ll know I’m not given to flattery.  I say my piece because I mean it.  If I reach out to you, it’s because something in your writing spoke to me.  On that score, there are many here, that touch me constantly, because their writing is valuable, inciteful, knowledgeable and worthy of consideration.  When I see this, feel this, I have to speak out.

It’s the same as watching an artist sing.  Whether they sing your type of music or not, it is disrespectful not to.  That is how I feel about many here, what they write, how they write, and what they say.

Every morning, when I wake, the first thought on  my mind is checking out WordPress to see what you’ve written and contributed, what new outlook or viewpoint has been shared.  It’s refreshing, invigorating and uplifting.  Humbling as well as many share their trials struggles, uphill battles faced, and more importantly, won.

I wanted to take the opportunity to share my thoughts on what I’ve witnessed here because I appreciate your gifts, and you have many.  From poetry, to photography to photography/writing, to stories, so thank you one and all. Your interpretation on any given subject or picture is fascinating and entertaining. Thank you.

 

 

 

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