Permission…to be.
Today’s Martin Luther King Jr. Day.
And for many of us, we’ll take a few moments or even hours to ponder his inspiring speech of 46 years ago “I have a Dream.”
And we may even reflect a bit on our own lives and ask ourselves questions like “What of that speech inspires me? How are my footsteps fulfilling it?”
Or deeper still “What is my dream?”
It seems as good a time as any to offer mine:
I have a dream that the mental warfare within me and all will fully and finally cease to control our thoughts which then in turn manifests into actions….
…that all self condemnation ceases to gain an ounce of hold on my/our thinking.
…that all that clamors for approval shut the hell up.
…that all that yearns to know ‘is this allowed? am I doing it okay?” with anyone committed to freedom of expression of truth ceases to find any place to lodge in one’s thoughts and grab hold.
…that all self inflicted punishment that giving heed to these heinous criticisms will cease as well—and I’m talking all…from working ourselves into a nonstop rush around seeming so busy we forget to breathe pace to more self violence and harm done to ourselves in seeking to free ourselves from internal anger and despair and doubt and guilt.
…that all anger projected within melt.
…that all resentment toward other be seen as your internal battle and that you apply every ounce of your breath to squelching the attacking voices within to allow your true self to be shared outwardly with others.
…that tenderly learning to love and nurture and caress and adore and treasure and applaud and hug forever one’s self is seen as the single most important investment you can offer humanity.
…that we will all wake up to figure out that we live what our thoughts insist upon and if human ego is the god we will project outside of ourselves a very thick impenetrable wall which will make other next to nearly incapable of penetrating.
…that each one of us will allow love to flow from us and toward and to us and we will embrace that love and not resist it or shun it or say it’s not good enough or doesn’t look adequate enough or isn’t beautiful, rich, pure, strong, educated, experienced, labeled, classified as best as it could be.
…that as we each learn to cherish, adore, truly our own uniqueness as weird or frazzled or messed up or falling apart or altogether they may seem, that we embrace the image of holding hands with all other because we are all learning how to do this and no one is better at it than anyone else.
I could go on and on.
But my dream is the above. Absolutely and finally.
I seriously ask everyone to ponder deeply:
How can I love myself enough to engage in the mental warfare necessary to squelch the atrocities committed by the opponents to innate liberty and freedom?
What is it in me that is so willing to shun other when I’ve not stopped shunning myself?
Why is it permissible to shun a tender heart asking for help (so the hell what it’s drunk, dirty, needs a bath a month ago, doesn’t have the right clothes on, etc).
What would it take to literally hug myself 24/7?
What would it take to hug other 24/7? NO MATTER WHAT OTHER LOOKS LIKE?
When I leave my cave, am I prepared to live that love?
If not, why not?
How willing am I to care for myself so unconditionally that I’m fully able to embrace the whole?
Just some tender nudges I invite you to ponder, earnestly, genuinely, with your whole heart.
If you sneered or snickered or felt hatred or anger as you read this, I invite you to explore why? And to ask yourself why fear of the unknown holds you back.
Do any of us know what life without fear and internal demons—whether they represent themselves as hatred and resentment or anger toward another or self will and self justification–is really like?
Share what is working for you to squelch the internal demons.
Share what is working for you to love yourself wholly and to stop victimizing yourself with abuse—verbal or physical, addictive or obsessive or otherwise.
Share what you are struggling with, having questions about, desperately afraid of, eager to prove but don’t know how.
It’s time.
Beyond I would say.
Far overdue I would defend for myself.
To …really…authentically..treasure the sacred you that you are.
And to fully and finally love me, you, other, all.
What are your thoughts?
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As always, leave comment or email me at tre at thought by thought dot net
Thanks for your thoughtful explorations and sharings.
Wow, that’s a lot to take in. Maybe I’ll take it in with a twist on the do unto others as you would have them do to you–do unto yourself as you would do unto others. Respect yourself, respect others. From that comes love.
Hi Tri,
Your vision is shared by many, I thank you for holding the banner high and kicking ass. What will that tatoo look like? and more where will it be placed?
Go girl!