It Is So Ordered

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On Friday, June 26, 2015, I was sitting in a meeting of mostly women when the news came through about the Supreme Court’s decision for marriage equality. In this group, there was a lot of cheering and even some tears. This was a welcome step for our nation.

I know that the last paragraph of Justice Kennedy’s written ruling has been plastered everywhere but I thought I would put it here again. The words are profound and bear repeating.

 

No union is more profound than marriage, for it embodies the highest ideals of love, fidelity, devotion, sacrifice, and family. In forming a marital union, two people become something greater than once they were. As some of the petitioners in these cases demonstrate, marriage embodies a love that may endure even past death. It would misunderstand these men and women to say they disrespect the idea of marriage. Their plea is that they do respect it, respect it so deeply that they seek to find its fulfillment for themselves. Their hope is not to be condemned to live in loneliness, excluded from one of civilization’s oldest institutions. They ask for equal dignity in the eyes of the law. The Constitution grants them that right.

Justice Anthony Kennedy

The debate rages on.

Lots of celebrating and lots of negativity still abounds.

Debates like this have split our country apart from time to time. Slavery and the women’s right to vote are two that come to mind. Both were powerful movements in our country as I believe marriage equality will be.

There are people who spew hate over this topic and to those, I want to say, isn’t it time to put the hate away. People deserve love. We may not agree with others but this thing that makes our country great is that we all have the right to think and feel how we want to. We will never agree on everything but can we at least respect people’s rights to make their own decisions?

Isn’t it time to put aside this animosity and seek out what makes us alike? Isn’t it time to look at ourselves and say “how am I promoting hate?” Love has to win, otherwise none of this makes sense.

It is so ordered.

Find Your Bliss

Have you ever had one of those weeks? You know the ones I mean. Where its Wednesday but you could swear it had to be Friday. Or, the several days in a row where you nearly had to schedule bathroom time just so you got it in. Yep. I’ve had one of those weeks and I am grateful it is nearly over.

Having weeks like this makes me feel profoundly ungrounded. I can’t seem to pull myself together and feel as if I am always out of breath going from one thing to another. This leaves me seeking ways to unwind.

I haven’t so much as discovered the need as I’ve hungered for nature. I don’t always know I am seeking it until a breeze hits my face or I am in the presence of water, both of which have the ability to ground me back to myself. When that happens, I stop completely and just breathe. This is a new experience for me though I’ve enjoyed nature in the past. To see trees and rocks and grass feels like coming home.

At this moment, I am away from home and yet still feel this need. I was pleasantly surprised to discover an oasis in the middle of my hotel. I spent some time in this space, writing and reading, mostly alone, but, more importantly, uninterrupted.

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Though not visible in the photos, part of this garden is a koi pond. Because the courtyard is opened to the sky, the fish are covered by a net so the birds that fly in don’t carry them away. Even they are left in peace.

This oasis has all the greenery, water and a bit of sunshine that I could have asked for. The one thing that I wished was for a breeze. I didn’t expect it as this is a courtyard but somehow, as I sat reading in the quiet, a small breeze came down and brushed my face. Bliss.

How do you find your bliss?

Just a Bit of Flash

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Since I am spending June writing pieces of Flash Fiction, I’ve decided to share a recent piece. I hope you like it.

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I slam the cabinet door shut in frustration. The day is ruined. A slamming door and angry words complete it. All that work for nothing.

Cutting, chopping and stirring for an anniversary dinner. Hoping this time he would enjoy the meal. Steak, medium, just the way he likes it. His favorite potatoes and a herbed tossed salad, the meal complete and full. To top it off, chocolate peanut butter pie, a favorite of ours.

His smile, cool and expectant, gives me hope. Just five minutes more and we can eat, I tell him. He nods and sits in front of the silent television. I see him waver between turning it on and letting it go. He lets it go.

Six minutes later I have everything perfect. Steak, made just right and his favorite salad dressing sitting on the table. Its ready, I tell him. He comes without a word. The smile on his face is stiff. Thank you, it looks wonderful, he tells me.

We both begin to eat without another word. He cuts into the steak with a butter knife. I smile inwardly because this time there can be no complaints. We finish the meal without another word.

“What’s the occasion?” He asks.

Shock appears on my face and I cannot speak. Does he not remember what day this is? Before I recover, he goes on. Didn’t you remember that I am not eating red meat? Are you trying to sabotage my efforts as usual? How can you be so thoughtless? With that, he stands and walks out of the room.

As I sit, still unable to comprehend what has just happened I am reminded of another time such as this. I remember a favorite teacher and wanting to show her a picture of my favorite dress. For my effort, I was punished for using the wrong paper. I don’t remember shedding tears that day but my heart still hurts when I think about it.

That day I remained silent but no longer. I am done. I find a bag and throw some things inside, not caring what. I look toward where he sits, glowering, behind a closed door and find my purse. I walk out without another word.