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“The straight line belongs to men, the curved one to G-d.”

– – – Antoni Gaudi

 

 

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My mother died five years ago today.  But, tears still come to my eyes.  My children have expressed (or discontinued contact) their opinions on their own childhood as each person packs and carries his/her emotional baggage.

 

Things were not perfect in my relationship with my mother.  I, too, have my own memories of difficult times, very different personalities, or way of thinking.  For those that hear the story, their degrees of separation make them smile at my mother’s behavior.

 

Her way is how she was and is remembered by so many.  Mom made people feel comfortable and welcomed in friendship even if they had met for the first time.  She wrote letters to a jailed community member to comfort him (we knew nothing about this until after she had died).

 

Despite the differences, losing my parent was very painful.  She died of a cruel terminal disease so we watched her suffer before she eventually passed away.  For her it was a blessing, but the gap that she left behind is so large that my father is still struggling to bridge it.

 

She left behind many grandchildren and great grandchildren who would be so grateful to have such a woman in their lives.  Now, she is a photo or the subject of a brief story.  Mom is a reminiscence or a smile.

 

But, for me, tears still continue to fall.  Grief is elastic but never fully leaves the spirit.  It is a goodbye that never ends because there is nothing like a parent and no depth of love that can ever replace it.

 

I don’t know if it is so, but I hope that she is still watching me from the door as I walk away…..

 

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Authenticity is a popular word today and used in so many variations from a hashtag anthem to self-awareness.  In its origin, from the Greek “authenticos” it came to mean genuine, and ultimately, trustworthy, as it referred to someone’s authority or recognized  signature.   In the Art world, a signed piece of art always needs to be “authenticated” to assure that it is legitimate.

While being authentic means to be genuine, rather than fake or copied, it was meant to be a representation of the vulnerable and flawed, but still beautiful, parts of ourselves.    People don’t want to have to apologize for who they are while others look down upon them.  There is a need for acceptance, tolerance, and understanding of our individual quirks or beliefs, our illnesses, and life experience.

However, I don’t believe that it was supposed to be an excuse to hurt people or behave in a cruel way.  “Well, you don’t want me to lie, do you….?” or some such remark to minimize the words and actions.

Being yourself in a world that is trying to change you, or expects you to look a certain way like a one-size-fits-all body, is a step of bravery.   Being cruel is not.  You may authentically be mean, but that is another story, and not one I would personally celebrate.

People are genuinely hurt, have broken hearts, and may struggle to live a good life.  When people ask how you are, and your reply is “Fantastic,” every single time, that is not necessarily authentic.  Life is not always perfect and there are ups and downs – not one individual is perfect all the time, not even in our sleep (look at how many snore or have sleep apnea!).

Emotional or physical pain is genuine, perhaps a given in certain circumstances, and having to lie about it or hide it is exhausting.  You may not respect or appreciate it as such, but pain is real and you cannot quantify how much it hurts another.

On the flipside, an authentic person doesn’t shy away from telling the truth in sincerity and vulnerability because expressing pain is not always negative.

Living an authentic life means deeply acknowledging what our values and priorities are and how we choose to express them.  It is appreciating a new way of thinking derived from introspection and awareness of one’s genuine goals or desires.  It is a way of behaving and operating from an internal barometer of truth and the underlying desire to seek and create restored faith in our humanity.

Being authentic means reviewing our own behavior and making necessary adjustments in our relationships with others; it is a reflection of the internal voice and the self.  When we believe so greatly in our ego that we feel we have the right to tell someone else how to live, be, and feel, we need to rethink what constitutes genuine compassion and empathy.

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For me, lyrics have always had a poetry to them. Enjoying the singers and songwriters of the 70’s and 80’s, the lyrics had meaning and could be shared with friends and others who might enjoy it.

This song is an anthem that will engage you and bring you out of your carefully constructed walls.

There is light in each person no matter how deep it has been pushed down. There is a reason you are here, even if you don’t know why.

For those who cannot or will not speak, find your spark.
For those who cannot or will not listen, learn.

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“Brave” by Sara Bareilles

You can be amazing
You can turn a phrase into a weapon or a drug
You can be the outcast
Or be the backlash of somebody’s lack of love
Or you can start speaking up
Nothing’s gonna hurt you the way that words do
When they settle ‘neath your skin
Kept on the inside and no sunlight
Sometimes a shadow wins
But I wonder what would happen if you

Say what you wanna say
And let the words fall out
Honestly I wanna see you be brave

With what you want to say
And let the words fall out
Honestly I wanna see you be brave

I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I wanna see you be brave

I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I wanna see you be brave

Everybody’s been there,
Everybody’s been stared down by the enemy
Fallen for the fear
And done some disappearing,
Bow down to the mighty
Don’t run, stop holding your tongue
Maybe there’s a way out of the cage where you live
Maybe one of these days you can let the light in
Show me how big your brave is

Say what you wanna say
And let the words fall out
Honestly I wanna see you be brave

With what you want to say
And let the words fall out
Honestly I wanna see you be brave

And since your history of silence
Won’t do you any good,
Did you think it would?
Let your words be anything but empty
Why don’t you tell them the truth?

Say what you wanna say
And let the words fall out
Honestly I wanna see you be brave

With what you want to say
And let the words fall out
Honestly I wanna see you be brave

I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I wanna see you be brave

I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
See you be brave

I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you

I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
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What does BRAVE look like to you? What makes you feel BRAVE? Is there someone you know who deserves to be BRAVE?

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