A little thought on flaws.

 Once you have accepted your flaws, no one can use them against you. And when you get there, you can rejoice in all of your strengths, and find humor in your flaws.  Instead of a barrier, they become ways of appreciating your humanity and allow you to relate to other people.

And to add a little bit of my home additions... this is what I spent 2 hours putting on my wall tonight after the training for trainers retreat.

 This was the view from the retreat center that we stayed at this weekend in Applegate, CA.  I wish I was not so averse to the cold weather, because I may have been able to appreciate it more.

Youth Engagement

Retreats are great ways to really engage with group dynamics. I love them and here is why....

We do a poetry workshop where you are given a title of a poem, and you write the first line and then everyone else in your small group adds a line.

Here is the one I started with:

In my dreams
People I know become
My heroes
The leaders who have shaped me into the woman I am today.
Knowing that I will be strong
I keep my head up
And fill the world up
With encouragement
And I rest, in their world.

- CYC members and staff collaborative 

Unconditionally Love My Beautiful Ugly

Some days are greatly enhanced by some very real spoken word.  There are days when I just need someone to break something down honestly, when I do not have the power or voice to do it myself.  Spoken word is an artistic tool that I connect with easily, yet deeply.  Although I have never tried it myself, I would really like to try. I wonder if I can find a workshop in the greater Sacramento area...

Working on that now.

Restorative Justice

When you lay down for a nap and wake up 12 hours later, I think it is valid to say that you were paying back some sleep debt.  I had some really ambitious dreams to go to the library and get my library card, change my address on my online dmv account, and do some planning for South Africa. All of which went to the wayside in order for me to get some optimal dream time in.

My new apartment is starting to come together, I am going for a minimalist, playful, zen theme and I am not sure how that is going to turn out, but searching for the pieces has bolstered my independence, while being a great adventure.

Yesterday, I cam across an article in the New York Times titled "Can Forgiveness Play a Role in Criminal Justice?". The piece documents what a Restorative Justice process could look for the parties involved when a harm is done by someone to another. Rather than proceed to attempt to rectify the wrongs done by the traditional justice system this process brings the victim and the wrong-doer into one process in order to seek a decision to address the wrongs and hold the wrong-doer personally accountable.

If you choose to read the piece, you can see how emotionally charged it is at times and how the process is deeply personal for those involved.  Having been through one of these processes myself, and having sat in a circle for seven hours, I can say that it is draining and emotionally charged on all sides of the circle.  The moderator should be highly trained and everyone going in as a support should be prepped, because even they will have strong emotional reactions to the restoration process.

But I think it can work. I know it can.  The pain from an injustice isn't fully healed from this process, or maybe not at all, but it is a step....

Awaited verse of prose

Over my pause in blogging I had the chance to somewhat channel my feelings about heroine.  Especially since we had a very real emotional interaction on Christmas morning.  I use the feminine pro-noun, because I imagine that if heroine were to somehow materialize in human form, it would be an overly sexualized biological female.  However, this could just be my personal perception. This is the skeleton of something I am trying to flesh out right now.

When I was five, I looked for you in corners of my mother's bedroom
like I looked for hidden Christmas presents.
Searching through her drawers, I found you in the make-up bag
Encased in flowers, I still didn't like how you were wrapped in tin foil.
Seeing them laugh, cry
I thought our face to face introduction would be more pleasant
In the moment that I found you. I wanted to destroy you.
Why was I different?

Why was I different,
As you raced through his veins
As you danced in his eyes that faced toward the back of his skull
As she took a gun and merrily threatened our existence.

And this is the point where I realize that poetry is not my strength and I choose to revert back to prose.

Heroine, I used to look for you like you were purposefully hidden.  I sought you out.  And then I ran. I ran from a 13 year old boy who thought you were his dearest friend. Ran from the spotlight you put on us. 3.000 miles and you still disorient my direction at times.

And now on Christmas morning, you present yourself.  I don't look for you anymore in my mother's possessions.  Is that why you replaced the gifts of this time with your presence?

(This is still a work in progress and I am trying to work it out within myself. )

Some Lessons from 2012

Thinking back on this year really pulls up a lot of emotions for me. 2012 has been, by far, the most noteworthy year of my entire life.  In terms of great, monumental, and challenging experiences and opportunities. I've gained new relationships, ended unhealthy relationships, and cultivated meaningful connections to those who inspire and comfort me on a daily basis.  I also moved into my first real, adult studio apartment on the last day of 2012.

My biggest take-aways from this year are:

• Transition.  Life is all about change.  The more willing you are to accept that change and find some sort of routine and comfort in it, the easier it will be on you.  If a situation is too painful and you cannot feel growth, make steps to enact a change of your own accord.  Transition is natural... unless you are so beholden to a certain condition of life that you are unwilling to let go.. but even then, life changes ad when your attitude doesn't, you get stuck and become resentful.  Some circumstances are not under your control, but your reaction and your mindset are. If you take control of those things, it is almost as if you are taking control of the transition in your life.
• Express your gratitude to be alive to those surrounding you. When you are nice and go out of your way to help strangers, you will find they are more likely to do the same for you.  If you look for the good in people, more often then not, they will show it to you.  Overlook some negative things, not everyone is on their A game all of the time.  When you show acceptance, you will personally feel the difference and will get rid of that negative energy faster. AND, when you tell those around you and that you love, how much they mean to you will feel that love returning back to you. Rejoice in their good qualities, because they bring out the best qualities in you. 
• Loving your job is just as important as loving your personal life.  Make your space and find places where you can show your strengths instead of hem and haw over your weaknesses.
• You don't always have to be happy or feel accomplished, but when you recognize that you are stagnent and unhappy with it, you can work and make that different. Ambition can come in waves and that is okay.
• If a relationship is unhealthy for you, it is unhealthy for everyone who is touched by that relationship. Walk away.  You don't need an excuse.  

If you would have asked me last year where I would picture myself, it wouldn't be here and things have changed that I thought were steadfast pillars in my life.  Yet, right now, I know that this is where I am supposed to be.  I am excited to start a new chapter and to learn and grow within an area of stability that I have never known before.  

A Stanza of Heroin

Opiates and I have a history. We were family members, and more often then not, the family member that was preferred to me. Specifically, the opiate of great familial presence was heroin. Heroin took the place of me in my immediate family as a daughter and a sister.  There is a lot of resentment between me and this drug.  Reminders of this drug, and other strong opiates, cause me to revert to a place of trauma and make the holidays really difficult for me to manage in the presence of others.

Well, hey, what are the scientific signs of herion abuse and its effect on users:

Livestrong.com states them as so... "Heroin abuse can cause drastic physical changes in the user. One telltale sign of heroin abuse is the presence of needle marks on the arms, legs or feet. "Nodding out" (appearing to fall asleep suddenly) is a sign of acute heroin intoxication, as are dilated pupils and slurred speech. Changes in weight and sleeping patterns are also common among opiate abusers. 

Some users may neglect personal hygiene and nutrition, causing them to appear disheveled or disoriented. Pale skin and dark circles under the eyes can also signal a heroin abuse problem.

Many users appear lethargic or unmotivated and may have unpredictable mood swings. Cognitive functions like memory and problem-solving are often impaired, which may cause frustration for the user. Symptoms typical of depression, such as loss of interest in hobbies and lowered sex drive, can also signal heroin abuse. Some users report an increased craving for sweets, which may lead to excessive sugar consumption and weight gain.

Heroin users often lose interest in previous friends and hobbies in favor of getting high with fellow addicts. Previously ambitious, self-motivated people may become unmotivated and neglect things like personal hygiene. According to Heroinabuse.us, a decrease in performance, such as a drop in grades or work attendance, can sometimes signal heroin abuse. Financial troubles often lead heroin abusers to request money, food or other forms of assistance from loved ones and may even drive users to commit crimes in order to maintain their habit."

Article Here

 Growing up in the midst of it, I didn't understand the motivations behind drug use and I always wanted to live a life that was separate from the pain and despair that it caused. Thus, I am also grateful that herion allowed me the chance to escape, and grateful that I was placed into foster care at the age of 13.

Serving as a divider between my loved ones and I, herion launched me into exploring the sociological theories or how people interact with culture, economy, and governing structures. From a young age, I debated the place that mind altering substances had in interpersonal and intrapersonal interactions. But it also makes me revert to a child when confronting family or those who have harmed me while on the substance.  Because of my experiences, I never experimented with hard drugs and I will not associate personally with anyone who uses it. 

I feel some poetic attachment with herion.. where I draw my greatest strength and my greatest weakness.