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My other life

So… I’ve noticed the trend on people’s blog whereas people who read them think that what we write in our adoption world is all that we are. And I think about the perceptions that are made about what I have written. Which I can of course only guess at.

I wanted to let you all know some good news in my life for which I am very excited about. I work part time as a counselor which I love. And, I finally secured a job in which I’ve been trying to get for over a year. It is working with foster youth.

My long term goal is to work with foster young adults after they come out of the institutions. Maybe ages 18-25. I know that there are few supports available to them, with having lost their families, and relied on paid professionals to care for them. I want to create a co-op house with other foster ya’s and non foster ya’s so that there will be a diverse group who can support each other and learn from each other. I’d fashion it after L’arche which has greatly affected me.

 

Freedom

When they have taken everything from us,
And we look around and realize
We have nothing left to lose.

We no longer fear the consequences
Of holding people accountable.
What more, after all, can they do?

This is freedom.
Without fear,
Without chains,
Without guilt.

They break us, They abuse us,
They create systems to destroy our families,
To miseducate us,
To imprison us when we try to fight back.
They try to take our souls.
But They can not.
We are too strong for Them.

So I help, I sacrifice,
materials, time, my self,
For the good of humanity.
For the good of family preservation,
For peace and justice.

And They sit back,
And They watch.
Wondering what I will write next.
Wondering what I will do next.
Wondering when They will be given orders,
To try to break me again.
And how.
And They get cold shivers
Down their back,
As They realize,
I am writing about Them.

 

Circle of Stones: Sitting with Darkness

In being with my own darkness and reading others’ blogs of darkness, I decided to post this clip from a book I am reading called “Circle of Stones”. It validates women and all of our feelings.

How might your life have been different, if, when you were a young woman, the first time you felt feelings of depression, an older woman had come to sit with you? If she had come to sit with you, as someone had come to sit with her the first time she had feelings of depression? To simply sit, quietly perhaps wordlessly – to sit with you during your dark time.

And how might your life have been different if the woman had accepted your feelings of depression? Had accepted them so completely, and fully that you began to feel safe with them. If there had been no judgement and no questioning… no attempt to make you smile, to betray your feelings, to deny your darkness. If the woman had simply sat in silence with you, with your pain, and in the darkest moments had been able to reflect it to you… to reflect to you your pain… to witness … attend… and by her quiet respect for it to help you learn to respect it… your own pain and depression.. to witness, attend and respect your depression… and to see that just as the woman had faith in it, you also might have a glimmer of faith that there was meaning and truth in your darkness.