Sexism

With M being now 6 years old, I am being faced with situations that sadden me deeply.

She should put on slacks underneath her dresses/skirts.  She should not be sitting open legged.

Sexism is rife!

I look at all this with anger and sadness and think that the men surrounding my daughter should be the one to start the changes.  That the women surrounding my daughter should be uplifting her.

I will not let my daughter grow up believing she is the one who causes sexual arousal.  I will not let my daughter grow needing to be careful how to dress.  I will not let my daughter grow thinking she needs to be sexy rather than smart to be liked.  I will upon my best possible ways not let my daughter be the victim of sexism.  I will teach her how to go beyond that and defend her rights.  Most importantly I will teach her brothers all this to.

A man looking at women, discussing her breasts and her ass and all her other assets or lack thereof as they deem fit is not acceptable.  A man making jokes about women is not fun, its diminishing our status.  A man who thinks my child or myself cause their sexual arousal is unfit to be a man.

A woman who does not stop men when discussing women and educating them on the why is not doing her duty. A woman who laughs with men at such jokes is not rising to the occasion.  A woman who finds fault in everything other women do is unfit to be a woman.

I never before thought much of these things.  I’d read articles or comments and wonder but never did I feel a direct relation to them.  In recent years my soul stirred me into many new thinking, into many new questioning.  Sometimes these hurt and it brought up past experiences.  Sometimes these stretched me beyond my imagination.  Sometimes I resisted these for as long as possible, but growth was inevitable.

My children, my greatest teachers, do not let me sit idle.  My complacent self of live and let live, of ignoring what I do not like in general, the not looking deeply at things was shook and rattled.

I still do not know how to present these things to my closest and dearest family members and friends. I am still struggling with me accepting this new reality I am facing and that I need to bring to light in a proper manner to my children.

And yet….it needs to be said……equality is not what people in general envisage.  Equality is in the way we view and respect each other and that is not yet available but it is definitely possible.  We need to look at our children and do what is right for them by being the right example to them.

That my 6 year old is already seen as sexual is disgusting, horrifying and distressing all at the same time.

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Letting go of what is not serving me

Every religion, that I know of at least, say more or less not to be attached to possessions but more to spirituality.  I never quite grasped well how that was meant to be.

Lately though, I am understanding what it truly means to live a simple life with less possessions.  I have de- cluttered over the years a lot of things.  Some things though always stayed….like all the letters from my penfriend of the last 19 years! All my journals!  Books that I did love and enjoyed more than once but are now gathering dust and much more.

Keeping possessions that no longer serve us just create clutter.  They create dust in our lives.  Unneeded attachments which unknowingly might prove a problem to move forward spiritually.

I realised recently I needed to let go of more stuff.  I have been having a hard time coming to terms with these long romantic, nostalgic possessions…..going through them and giving them a last good bye.  Indeed though, it is liberating when I acknowledge that certain things are not serving me any more and need to move to a new house.  Looking at my possessions with new eyes and seeing what truly makes me happy, what makes our home feel homely, what is serving us to be a better family.

It’s a process that takes time, but times is ripe right now to embrace and move a bit more forward in my journey.

Moon Time

I am the happiest woman in the world! My moon time, my monthly cycle, my period-whichever term you prefer, has come back after 26 months!

I truly missed it…..it is part of being a woman, what defines me.

The cycle of a woman is more than just having the possibility to become pregnant.  It takes us through a journey every month.  Sometimes we are energetic, others we are not. Sometimes we are loving and other times we are wild.  The Maiden, The Mother, The Crone.

Knowing where I am in my cycle, helps me plan my days to suit my needs without compromising those of my family.  My moon time, is a gift from above, making me a lucky person indeed; and that monthly trickle of blood is the reminder of it.