Men Being Men and Women Being Women

I have been a tomboy most of my life and have only just started feeling like I am woman!

It has been a slow transformation. I started life on the sea as a sailor: I was tough and I could do most things the guys could. I then worked with horses and again, I could unload a container full of heavy bags of feed and think nothing of it. And even recently in my house renovations I cut timber and laid the floor with the guys. I thought I had to do all this to prove that I could.

Causes for Causes

I have learnt so much over the last two years about myself, humanity, and my relationships. It is a never-ending process, one that I am entirely grateful for and committed to. I have at times experienced many moments of revelation, understanding, knowledge, immense beauty and love, coupled with dips and challenges along the way.

Recently I have learned a new lesson that I felt to share. Now you may already know all of what I have to convey, but for me it was a poignant revelation. When it unravels in front of you and actually demonstrates that the philosophy Serge Benhayon teaches is absolutely true, it is a wonderful confirmation – simply magic.

Our Youth Reflect the Truth of Society

A couple of photos shared at a Universal Medicine event day recently got me seriously pondering on a few topics around teenagers from the past, and in today’s society. One photo was of a group of young adults from the 1960’s/70’s who looked at ease with each other, had genuine smiles on their faces, were of a healthy weight range and had a naturalness and openness in their bodies – there was no trying to ‘be anything else’ in them. The second photo was of a group of youths from today. In this photo there was a feeling of unease, a great deal of trying to ‘fit in’, to perpetuate an image, to look cool, and the biggest thing that stood out for me was the ‘to get noticed’ energy, almost in a competitive way. The feeling in both of these photos and what they depicted of the youth back then and of today were of stark contrast – quite a shock really to see so blatantly in front of my eyes.

The Ripple Effect of Love

Everyone is equal and we are all from the same source! Such facts give us a platform to live in harmony, free of conflict, hate and loss, and yet we don’t, so what is the next step for a humanity out of sorts and out of love?

Many of us get a feeling of unease from the news we get fed and while it is often easy to pinpoint events that leave us sad and despairing, the challenge occurs in how to respond in a positive way to the stream of media that highlight global events showcasing suffering and loss, or politicians and industry leaders acting without integrity and telling barefaced lies that satisfy only their hidden agendas.

Racism, White Guilt and Responsibility

In my experience nobody wants to identify him or herself as being racist. Racism is reserved for ‘other people.’ Should you point out that someone’s behaviour seems racist it will almost certainly be met with indignation.

Given that nobody is willing to stand up and be counted as being racist, it is interesting that we live in a world where racism, sexism and a whole range of other ‘isms’ are flourishing. Countries seem to point their finger at one another and exclaim, “That’s outrageous! … “How dare they! Animals!” It’s ironic really, because from what I’ve seen the animal kingdom has no problem accepting a whole host of species. In fact, the animals and plants operate as though they all need each other in that glorious ecological web of theirs.

Sensitive – We All Are It

Today there was a parade of men and women going past our house to commemorate a traditional rite of the village we live in. As I was standing at a window on the first floor watching them roll past on their horses, a man looked up and greeted me with a military salute and automatically I replied with the same.

In that salute I could feel how far away from each other we are – the salute gave recognition, but it also held the two of us at a distance. I realised this was not a true honouring of each other but a formal way of saying: “you are where you are and I will stay where I am.”

Are Providers Real Men? Are Real Men Providers?

I remember listening to an interview with Canadian author Margaret Atwood at a time when I was not sure what direction to take, what profession to pursue, what field to go into. What about being a writer? The occupation as such wasn’t at the forefront of my thoughts but more so the acknowledgement that this woman sounded like she knew who she was and was solid in her role and station in life; she had found her niche, her raison d’être, she had a proper profession – and she was respected, sought after and earned a living. Her job description gave her an activity and an identity; it was what she did and who she was.