I am sharing this post and you may, too, with the permission of the author. During our PFLAG support groups, ALL the time parents tell us that their biggest problem is that they are concerned about what others will think about them for having a gay child - that they are OK with it but cannot tell others because they might be thought less of etc etc - I tell them that their children are getting the message loud and clear - and ask why they are giving so much power to these other people and ask who is most important - these others or their children - so - this quote goes along with how many parents feel - as their children come out of the closet, parents often go into the closet and need the courage and support to emerge and become the Unconditionally Accepting parents and advocates for their children and that is the message their children need to hear and experience. Amen, amen, I whisper softly into the predawn chill as I read these words. Amen. A deep sigh as I realize how many people and their opinions are living rent free in my head and how noisy they are. There are those I know -- family and friends -- and they alone would take up I heck of a lot of space. But when I add the values of our society absorbed from the time I was born, there is definitely an unsafe overcrowding situation going on. I understand why it is so difficult to take an unhesitating step forward with this jangle of a committee debating the wisdom of making each minor move. And the fact that they all live in proximity to each other -- in my head -- make it easy for them to convene at any time of the night or day. I suspect that is why I have so many insomniac hours, nauseous headaches, and chronic nagging self-doubt. The good thing is that I am indeed the landlord in my cerebral house and can determine both the tenants and the level of noise permissible. I dont know if I am capable of instantly evicting all of these freeloaders. But I do have a tool for turning down (and even off) the noise level, should I choose to use it. When I consciously center myself, mindfully breathe in and breathe out just a few times, it puts the noisemakers to sleep and transports me to a gentle and boundless space. The fear of what other people think vanishes and I am enough just as I am. The prison doors reveal themselves to be unlocked and awaiting my gentle push to open them. Just for today, when the voices of doubt arise within, I will take time to meditate and be still. When the great inner debate begins with regard to action, I will take time to meditate and be still. And when I cower in fear that I have made the wrong decision, that others will shun, ridicule, or leave me I will take time to meditate and be still. At least, this is what it feels like on a cold November dawn here in Central New Jersey, USA. Whats happening in your neck of the woods? Copyright 2013 JudySheppsBattle Photo: Amen, amen, I whisper softly into the predawn chill as I read these words. Amen. A deep sigh as I realize how many people and their opinions are living rent free in my head and how noisy they are. There are those I know -- family and friends -- and they alone would take up I heck of a lot of space. But when I add the values of our society absorbed from the time I was born, there is definitely an unsafe overcrowding situation going on. I understand why it is so difficult to take an unhesitating step forward with this jangle of a committee debating the wisdom of making each minor move. And the fact that they all live in proximity to each other -- in my head -- make it easy for them to convene at any time of the night or day. I suspect that is why I have so many insomniac hours, nauseous headaches, and chronic nagging self-doubt. The good thing is that I am indeed the landlord in my cerebral house and can determine both the tenants and the level of noise permissible. I dont know if I am capable of instantly evicting all of these freeloaders. But I do have a tool for turning down (and even off) the noise level, should I choose to use it. When I consciously center myself, mindfully breathe in and breathe out just a few times, it puts the noisemakers to sleep and transports me to a gentle and boundless space. The fear of what other people think vanishes and I am enough just as I am. The prison doors reveal themselves to be unlocked and awaiting my gentle push to open them. Just for today, when the voices of doubt arise within, I will take time to meditate and be still. When the great inner debate begins with regard to action, I will take time to meditate and be still. And when I cower in fear that I have made the wrong decision, that others will shun, ridicule, or leave me I will take time to meditate and be still. At least, this is what it feels like on a cold November dawn here in Central New Jersey, USA. Whats happening in your neck of the woods? Copyright 2013 JudySheppsBattle
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