Tag Archive | pain

THE COLLAPSING WHITE PICKET FENCE

It is so easy to be lured into the belief that someone else’s experience of family is better than your own.

As we try to make sense of the messiness of our own lives, it’s not uncommon to think that someone else knows something that we don’t know. Or, maybe they have something that we don’t have.

But did you ever noticed the shadow side of the white picket fence?

Does it remind you of anything?

Behind that fence can be the allusion that family and love is simple and clean.

It isn’t.

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ABOUT USE OF LANGUAGE

 A few miscellaneous thoughts. Language is a reflection of beliefs.  It reflects not only what we think but who we are.  Directly and indirectly.  It communicates via the content of the words and the style of delivery – the tone and selection of words.  It communicates via the lack of words and how that is delivered.  The delivery is received differently depending on the recipient.  Yup, it takes awareness to communicate effectively.  The same words ring differently depending on a wide range of different circumstances.

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REALIZING THE STAGES THROUGH OPPRESSION

         A shared understanding of how oppression affects people similarly in spite of differences in the cause of the oppression can increase understanding and support for all.
 STAGES THROUGH OPPRESSION
June 13, 2004

These are my thoughts about the different stages that individuals might pass through in response to being oppressed. I don’t think everyone necessarily goes through each stage. Some people leap passed a stage.  Other people get stuck at a stage and never move beyond it.  Regrettably, it seems that only a few seem to make it to the final stage.

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Written – 1/1/2002 – Poem – Strong Enough

This poem was written when I was relatively new to volunteering with the Black Prisoners’ Caucus at Washington State Reformatory.  It came out of my reaction to the part of prison culture where the men are forced to stuff emotions in order to be “tough” all the time – just to survive.   I understood why that was but still, I also knew that it takes great strength to do some of the things they considered to be “soft” and those things are part of being human.  I was sad to see them cut off from their own humanity.  Read More…