We all sometimes have racist thoughts.
Some people in recent threads argue vehemently that their viewpoint is not at all racist, even when fairly objectively the rest of the viewers can see that it is. I think it’s important for us to accept that none of us are perfect. We are all products of our flawed culture, our imperfect parents, and heck the way genetics work. I think it’s better to say “I might have challenges to work on” vs saying “I am an absolutely perfect human being and my life view is 100% accurate.”
In the interest of fostering helpful communication, I’ll reveal a few issues of my own I’ve found, on self-examination.
First, I love dressing in outfits from around the world. I always have. In high school I went to school in a Mexican dress I bought in Mexico and was ridiculed. “Look, it’s the Chiquita Banana.” I own a number of dresses like this traditional Chinese one. I adore wearing them. My own ethnic heritage is half Ukrainian and then a hodge-podge of German, English, Native American, African American, Irish, you name it. I grew up dancing Ukrainian dances and I own several Ukrainian outfits. But that’s just a part of what I enjoy. I enjoy it all. I love celebrating all cultures around the world. I love us being one enormous amazing world.
In May 2018, a white teen wore a similar dress to a prom and many people were furious. They said she didn’t have the right to wear it. It made me really think about the issue. I am not wearing this dress to “pretend to be Chinese” – it is that I adore their culture as I adore many cultures and respect their skill. It’s the same reason I wear a Chinese necklace sometimes. But I can also appreciate that it bothers some Chinese who feel their culture is being “stolen” by those “in power”. I do my best to hear that message. Here’s the link.
Do you ever sit down and consider how your views of others might be a healthy or unhealthy thing?
Here is the tarot card of the day! Don’t let the name fool you –
The fool is the very first card in the entire deck. Card #0. The premier spot.
It’s about starting fresh. Without misconceptions. Without piles of baggage and negative thoughts.
Shake off that past. Smile. Look toward that future.
People can have an almost visceral resistance to the word “fool” so it’s important to look again with open eyes. This person is dressed well. They are looking ahead with clear eyes. They are nicely dressed – a warm coat, a nice hat. They carry a rod for protection and a white flower for beauty as well.
If they are a bit foolish, maybe it is because they refuse to believe the nay-sayers. They refuse to just give up. They are starting afresh, with fresh energy, and they will do what it takes to reach their dreams.
I just drew the Seven of Swords for a friend. It might resonate with some here.
We are stressed out, overwhelmed, and we feel like a victim. Things are just not going right and it’s frustrating. However, this card cautions that as much as we might think it, we are not helpless victims in this. In part it is our own point of view and reactions which is causing this fix we are in.
Yes, life is not smooth. That’s the way life is. We must look with open eyes at the problems and find a way around them. Rather than bowing our head and feeling like a helpless victim, we must acknowledge our part in all of it, get a clear look at the issues, and then take action to make things better.
A man – some sort of an elegant noble – is carrying five swords while another two are stuck in the ground behind him. The five swords almost look like they’re going into his back and neck. The remaining two swords look like they’re pinning his cloak into the ground, so he can’t move forward.
His head is bowed, and this is quite a lot of metal for him to be lugging on his own. Even the back of his cloak seems harsh, like woven boards.
The sky is gloomy and cloudy, and there are ominous mountains ahead. Somehow he has gotten himself into this predicament. He doesn’t even seem like he was a soldier involved in the fighting – he’s dressed cleanly and nicely with an elegant hat. And yet somehow he’s here in the middle of it now. He needs to look up, see the mountains, and decide what he’s going to do.
Evening meditation time. Find a way to work meditation into your daily routine. It brings stress relief, better sleep, reduces blood pressure, and much more, all naturally.
I’m thinking of making a series of guided meditation videos. Let me know what topics I should cover.
Here’s a photo I took yesterday of a day lily. The bloom lasts just one day and then it’s gone forever.
Treasure each moment.
Evening meditation time. I have so much to be grateful for. I have a warm home and ample food. My family is in good health. I am able to explore my creativity in writing and artwork. Every day is a gift to treasure if we but stop to see it. #namaste
Evening meditation time. My Black Cat mystery series sold out AGAIN at the Wicked Good Books bookstore in Salem Mass – I brought them out another box of signed copies today. Stop on by there and pick up yours before they sell out again! Here’s Zuzu posing with the book :). Support local bookstores! #namaste
Evening meditation time. So much that we agonize over does not matter in the long run. Let it go. Focus on what truly brings you peace and contentment. We are made of stardust and will return back to it far too quickly. #namaste
Evening meditation time. A friend of mine’s great-uncle died in the Civil War. I video-recorded her telling his story, preserving both a sense of him and of her. So grateful I had this opportunity. Every life is precious and should be remembered. #namaste
Evening meditation time. I finished revisions on my book, submitted to an art show, and made progress on a number of to-do items. Plus I had time to pet the kitties :). Every day presents opportunities for joy and progress. #namaste
Evening meditation time. I’m working in my office and Felix and Zuzu are curled up together in their tower. People keep saying as the grow up that they’ll stop snuggling but they are over six months and still love each other dearly :). #namaste