It is okay to be at a place of struggle. Struggle is just another word for growth. Even the most evolved beings find themselves in a place of struggle now and then. In fact, struggle is a sure sign to them that they are expanding; it is their indication of real and important progress. The only one who doesn’t struggle is the one who doesn’t grow. So if you are struggling right now, see it as a terrific sign - celebrate your struggle.
That day for me was December 23rd 2012.
That’s when I found out I was pregnant with my first baby!
The next day, which will change it even more - is whatever day this month my son decides to make his entrance into this world!!!
I’ve got two daughters who will have to make their way in this skinny-obsessed world and it worries me, because I don’t want them to be empty-headed, self-obsessed, emaciated clones; I’d rather they were independent, interesting, idealistic, kind, opinionated, original, funny - a thousand things, before ‘thin’. And frankly, I’d rather they didn’t give a gust of stinking chihuahua flatulence whether the woman standing next to them has fleshier knees than they do. Let my girls be Hermiones, rather than Pansy Parkinsons. Let them never be Stupid Girls.
A lot of changing has been taking place…
The song “UBUNTU” is about the HIV-positive children that Sage Francis met during his stay in South Africa in 2011. Proceeds will be going to the children and their families.
Download it HERE: www.tinyurl.com/UbuntuMP3
Read the full background story & find out how to donate on Sage’s blog here.
Today there was also an update put on the blog showing us what the proceeds have helped with so far.. you can read about that on the site or from Sage’s post on Tumblr here: http://sagefrancis.tumblr.com/post/40640879098/thanks-to-the-ubuntu-water-into-wine-song
6 years ago my very dearest family member passed away, way too long before her time.
I came all the way back to Boston from California to spend her last days with her & my family, I stayed for the duration of the services & a bit after. Getting that phone call telling me the news that she was dying & that she was asking for me; changed my life. I had just arrived in Cali literally one week before, after driving for one week to get there. I wouldn’t have missed those last few days with her for anything though, cuz I wouldn’t have been able to live with myself. My only concern was that I could get on a flight & get back to her in time. So glad I did.
She helped me through so much. Someone in my life who just GOT me.. she always knew what to say & exactly how to say it.
Honestly I feel like she gave me more “life lessons” than my own mom. She was such an amazing soul. I remember feeling like she just lit up a room or the yard or where-ever she was… just radiated beauty & love!
I think she was like that without even trying.. she was just incredible. She was so wise beyond her years.
Like a “mother hen” or something… just always caring for people & helping them.
We had a very special bond. She never let me feel less than anyone… not even my cousin, her son.. not even once. She truly treated me as if I was her own child.
She would order two toy/prizes from the cereal boxes & stuff.. just always made me feel thought of, cared for & very loved. I think she knew my mom lacked certain qualities that I NEEDED in my life.. because she could tell I was a sensitive little soul.
Knowing how hard it is for me.. I can’t even begin to fathom how difficult it is for her son, my closest cousin.. who is more like my brother- since that’s how she treated us.
I just always want to hold him soooo tight & never let him go. I want him to absorb all the love I ever had for her into himself & just know that she is watching over him.
She is. I feel her all the time. I am very detached emotionally from a lot of things.. I find it hard to cry sometimes over things I know I am sad about.. because I have become so numb… but I have never detached from her.. I look up & she is who I think of.. who I ‘pray’ to & who I always feel when I really get low on life… as if she is there like she used to be.. telling me something that makes me feel better & helps me pick myself back up. She is with us.
She is the part of me that I wish I was more often, the part I wish could just take over the rest of me. I wish she was still here to guide me through my own darkness.. she was always really good at that. I miss so0o much about her.
The beach or ‘the yard’ I mentioned before is a tangible place that holds her memory, so it makes sense to want to be there.. like her sister always ends up staying up the whole night & goes to see the sunrise there.
That is a place she spent a lot of her days.. her laughter echos there.. & the waves bring memories of the smiles & all the good times we shared with her.
She will always be missed & is forever in our hearts, making it swell two times it’s size with feelings just like she did when she was here.
For all that you were & all that you are still…I LOVE YOU!