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About Tabby

Tabitha Chapman (a.k.a Tabby) is a software engineer/web developer currently based in New York. She has been working for various companies in North America as a software engineer and web developer and founded “Essence Interactive, Inc”. Her work spans across advertising agencies, software development/consulting firms, lead generation companies, and social networking corporations.

Kitchen Science by Knitting Iris

New Leaf

I have turned over a new leaf. I have a new focus in my life. From my late 20s until recently, my primary focus in terms of humanitarian endeavors was the inequality of citizen rights as they relate to the LGBT community. I am excited to see, with Minnesota passing laws making it the 12th state to allow inclusive marriage, that this focus has paid off and LGBT people are beginning to be viewed as equal across the United States. I know it’s still got some growth to go, and I will always put my pom-poms on when necessary, however I have decided to shift my focus to a set of citizens that need a voice: children.

How did this come about? Well. I am glad you asked. Like most adolescents, I spent a grand portion of my teen years carefully scrutinizing every decision my parents ever made. I constantly added to the infinite list of “when I have kids, I am not going to do that.” Now in my thirties, I have a deeper understanding that the decisions my parents made were based on their own upbringing; they were making what they thought was the best choice for their child according to their family values. The title of my list is now: “I have learned from that experience.”

The original list was mostly responses to feelings of anger, betrayal, or just general observations from my barely logical brain about what didn’t work. Things like “Never read my kid’s diary” or “grounding is not the solution to EVERYTHING” or “if you are old enough to watch your siblings when I am gone, you are old enough to enjoy some autonomous activity external to home.” There was so much more but the list fades in my mind as the years wane on. The bitter observations shift as I gain a deeper understanding of what may have gone on behind those decisions.

The new list was built with the benefit of 15 years of life-experience and at least five years of introspection. I have come to understand that every experience is not only a chance to learn, but it IS learning. I have also come to understand that, in life, not every anticipated outcome immediately follows the prescribed actions. It took me 15 years of being obese to learn that there are ongoing “poisonous” effects to being obese for that long. Gallstones don’t happen overnight. Obesity didn’t cause that directly but poor eating habits did. Other possible complications from being obese can include high blood pressure, possibility of fertility issues, stroke, diabetes, heart disease, etc. Alternately, and this is the thought-birth of my new list, positive change doesn’t happen overnight, either. To correct undesirable behaviors, it sometimes takes weeks of practicing the new learned behavior. When helping an emotional seven year-old to find a non-violent way to express her stronger emotions, it takes months of discovering positive replacements, trying them out, failing, and trying again until it works.

Every experience results in learning. So how does this relate to children? I think this foundational belief would free children from the idea that I’ve heard people talk about with respect to their children that they are beings born with an innate need to control “animalistic” behaviors via manipulation, disrespectful attitudes and attention-seeking behaviors; a short list of the mechanism by which some people view children’s actions. By shifting your perspective from one with mal-intent to one with understanding— that children are born with a blank slate and develop their sense of the world every second of their growing lives, it is my hypothesis that you will begin to see things differently. With this perspective shift, every manipulation is now communication: every tantrum is now dealing with a world they barely understand with the added complication of being unable to express themselves adequately. Children are little scientists—putting out their hypotheses, creating theories and schemas for life, and seeking to understand a logical reality with no real grasp of logic. They learn from what they are modeled and try new things they learn elsewhere. Whatever works, works, and that is success for a child scientist.

Children deserve the utmost respect and understanding from us “grups”. They have the hardest task out of the whole family. They have to address each experience blindly, trusting only their vision and hypothesis, as well as their parent’s guidance on how to navigate the world around them. As adults, we have the privilege of inspiring new ways for children to not only survive but to create and build love, compassion, and self-confidence.

This changes things for me. It changes my entire perspective on childhood and adulthood. For me, this means children get more control over their lives and decisions. They are encouraged to try and fail or succeed. They are encouraged to explore every nook and cranny of every passion they discover and add as much as they can to their repertoire of life-knowledge.

The closest thing I’ve come across to what I am talking about is the concept of “radical unschooling” where children are partners in a family unit, and as early as possible, make their own path in life. Parents lovingly provide for them and create as many learning experiences as they can, understanding that every moment, no matter what the activity, is always a learning experience for their little scientist-children. Activities ranging from apple picking to watching cartoons are investigated, hypothesized about, and set into the child’s knowledge bank. The more naturally and passionately parents allow this to happen, the more powerful the experience for the children.

I think mixing this with a little bit of “Parenting with Love & Logic” and we may see a lot of progress in how children see the world around them. Maybe we can begin to relate to children in that critically important way to create a better tomorrow with less issues as adults… Adults who will be more focused on the real issues at hand… this present moment (or, the present moment of the future).

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Starting with the End

I’ve always been the kind of person who wants to skip ahead to the last few pages of any book to find out what happens in the end. THEN, I can read the book because to some degree, I know what to expect. That’s not how I write, though. Well, to be honest, I don’t really have any plan at all when I write. I usually just start with an idea and write and write and write and hope that it begins to take shape. If I were a clay or ceramic artist, I’d probably end up with the funkiest plates and bowls and cups ever.

But when it comes to my life vision, I realize that having a better understanding of how I want to shape my future is the best way to shape my present. It gives me a road map to follow, knowing that things will get adjusted as time goes on and I discover more and more about myself.

Deep down, I am what people might call “free-spirited.” Without a personal vision, I will take life one minute at a time and pick whatever feels the most comfortable to me in the moment. Because I lack having built a deep sense of self early on in my life, without a solid vision in my life, I often find myself so far away from the lifestyle that I would like to build. I find that sitting down to document the lifestyle I want is healthy; it helps me to have something to check in with, to decide if I am currently on track or getting off… and it allows for re-adjustment. Or, perhaps the whole vision plan needs to be re-addressed. And that’s what this is about. Me.

I assume that I will die of a ripe old age, of complications with old age, because that is part of my generally purposefully naive free spirit. So with that assumption, I am able to figure out what kinds of things I want to be said of me at my funeral and the party afterward… what will people remember the most about me? Will that happen? I don’t know, but it’s what I’d like to have happen.

What legacy do I want to leave behind…the talk of the town after I die? As I think of that, I remember my grandmother’s funeral. She had 16 children, and they all loved her. As many of them that could attend her funeral, did attend. Everyone talked about the valuable lessons they learned from her and there seemed to be a single common thread: care. Granny was the most caring person any of us had ever met. She cared, deeply, about any and everyone and any and every situation. I’d never known her to cut off communication with any of her children, no matter how much they fought her or disagreed with her. She would always be there, caring, even if only in her own head. So when I think about that experience, I realize that the word I’d like to think people would associate with me is love. How much I loved. Who I loved. How I loved. How many people my love affected. How many people loved more because I loved.

Photo © Tabitha Chapman

Photo © Tabitha Chapman

I believe that love is an eternal well…it never depletes. I believe that every human harbors his or her own eternal well. It springs from them and flows in abundance with no concept of depletion.

What is love, anyway?

So what, exactly, is love? And, also, importantly, what isn’t it?

I view love, to put it simply, as self-love + joy + altruism (as in, the principle or practice of unselfish concern for or devotion to the welfare of others, not to be confused with philanthropy). I know, I used the word in the definition. Let me explain. As I said in the paragraphs above, there is an eternal well that starts with me (and you) and it comes from me (and you). The only way to truly love, in my opinion, is to love everything about you, even the things you don’t like. I love every aspect of my life. Of course, that wasn’t always the case but, as I get older, I am able to look back on my life and my experiences and think, “Man, without those experiences, I would not be here today and I would not be the same person I am now and, good golly, I can love like no other. I like me. I love me.” The effect of this is that the decisions I make in life are, ultimately, decisions that will drive my goals and my plans for my own life. They are choices between living fully for my own future paths and trading myself for instant gratification that will never be fulfilling enough as long as I believe that external resources cause happiness. As I make decisions, if they are out of love, I will be able to self-correct them with care and gentleness.

I used to be the kind of person who punished herself with every “mistake,” which, incidentally, was me letting myself off the hook and not taking responsibility for my participation. “I am a victim of that, oops, didn’t really mean to do it. Don’t hold me responsible.” Now, I don’t view my life as a mistake. I look back and think, “Oh, that’s why I made that decision. Okay, time to correct.” It’s fascinating when you shift your perspective. Of course, there’s still some things I don’t want to claim responsibility for and I just haven’t brought them to my consciousness yet, but, when I do, I’ll correct it.

Back to my definition of love. It’s a “state of being” that encompasses the entire world like paint dripping over a ball. It starts with me and just oozes over everything as I think about how everything is interconnected. It’s a sense of mindfulness, with deep concern for how everything affects everything. It’s joy, even when there’s pain. It’s joy because of the pain. It’s recognizing that pain is good and necessary, and that it shapes you and everyone around you, providing a sense of humanness, of boundaries and limitations…and reality. Love is seeing all of that and feeling even more and even deeper for humanity, including self.

So where does the altruism part come in? Can one love enough with self-love, alone? Is love the same when alone as it is with other humans or objects or whatever sparks that connection? I believe that extending this concept of self-love onto people or objects or concepts drives the human experience to love deeper, longer, and better. I think it all reflects back to your own sense of self-love, and yet it deepens your sense of love for all other things. It’s like two mirrors that reflect, infinitely. Even if I knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that I was the only human in existence on this earth, I don’t think this sense of love would stay contained within me. It’s like a vibration that bounces off other things, real or imagined, in order to grow. Think of pizza dough. The more stimulation it gets the larger the dough grows…from a tiny little ball into a big round disk with just a little time and effort. That’s how it is for me. With joy alone, I feel that you can walk through your world, feeling joyful, and, while it may have an effect on other people, that’s not necessarily the intention. The intention is to feel joy! To see the world through joyful eyes! With love, I think there is an element of “other” whether it is a person or an inanimate object. With that understanding comes great responsibility and care.

What is not love?

There are so many forms of expression that I think people often confuse expression with love. For instance, love is not “giving.” While I think there can be an element of giving that is important when it comes to relating to other humans—not necessarily in the sense of giving money to the poor or giving to some charitable event, but expressing more from yourself for the betterment of the world as a whole, whatever that is for you. Giving a part of you where you can interdependently give, and that can be part of this experience of love. But, ultimately, love is not the same as giving. I think this is an area where I have had confusion in my life in the past, where my relationships failed because I gave to the point where I completely disabled people’s ability to provide for themselves in certain areas. I called that “love” but, is it?

It’s not “being loved” or requiring anything in return from other humans. It is, however, trusting that when you have your own experience and you put love into the world, you will get both love and, for lack of a better word, “unlove” back, and that is just how the world is—the yin and yang that keeps the universe in balance. The best way to resolve that for myself is to love more, to seek out the love and the unlove, and love anyway.

Back to my list of nots. Love is not “being agreeable”. It is not “being friends with EVERYONE”. And… it is not “sex” or “babies”.

Ultimately, there’s a whole lot of ways that I think our current understanding of “love” is confused and the goal is to love because of that. It’s like watching a child attempt to put together a puzzle…and struggling. There’s nothing better to do than sit, watch, and love as s/he has that experience of figuring it out—maybe providing some guidance but understanding that the best way for that child to learn is to struggle.

This is how I want to shape my life, and these are the things I want discussed at my funeral, and forever after, when people think of me. And I am committed to steering my life in this direction.

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How I got to be an expert at nothing

How do you play video games or board games? Do you decide, ahead of time, what you want to do in the game and what strategies you want to take? Do you figure it out as you go? Or, do you try to do it all? This is the story of how I got to be an expert at nothing.

As a little child, I remember sitting down playing with a little toy restaurant. My granny had given me and my little brother a piece of bread to make “hamburgers” with for the toy restaurant, which was roughly 1/3 of my height. We played for hours and filled our little bellies up with hundreds of tiny pieces of bread. One day, one of granny’s friends came over and watched as we played. I don’t remember the person well, but I do remember the discussion about what I wanted to be when I grew up.

“A firefighter.” I shouted. After a few seconds I stopped and looked up and said, “And a doctor, that would be cool. I could help people.” I kept playing while the stranger asked me more questions about what I wanted to be. “Well, I guess I could be a nurse.” Those tiny bread rolls never tasted so good. I’d roll the bread up into a little pea-sized “bun” and drop it down the “chimney” of the restaurant where it would roll down onto the conveyor belt (that didn’t convey, incidentally). I’d then pick it up and eat it– or share it– but mostly eat it.

The stranger kept on asking more questions. “Is that all you want to be? A firefighter, doctor, and a nurse?”

“No. I think I will be a teacher too.”

“Which one do you think you’ll be first?”

“First? All of them. Why do I have to pick one first?”

That conversation is one of the greatest examples of why I don’t meet my own expectations of where I think I should be, today. I still hold that belief, to this day, that there will be enough life on this earth for me to do everything all at once… even when reality tells me something different.

When I survey my past, I can see more examples of this, in various circumstances. In second grade, when I was 8 (I was 8-years old in Room 8 on Bus 8… that was really funny to me), I received the “future writers” award. My teacher, Miss Pencense, exclaimed several times that I would one day become a famous fiction author. Those were really great hopes, teacher. I was really proud of that recognition and, well, I still secretly want to be a famous fiction author. In sixth grade, during my graduation ceremony, I was awarded recognition as “future scientist of the year.” Well, that was nice and unexpected, especially since, while I loved science and really got into how things work, it’s not what I ever thought I would get recognized for.

It was often the case, during school, that I was awarded recognition in some fashion or another for subjects I felt entirely confused about. So the recognition was confusing to me. For instance, in 2nd grade, I was the ONLY student who was pulled from class twice a week to work in the computer lab and play math games and logic games. I was told it was because I was “gifted.” In fourth through sixth grade, the “gifted” kids were all pulled out of their regular classes and put into a class together where we had to sit around a table and do strange puzzles like…make a pig pen to hold seven pigs, one in each pen, with only six toothpicks… or answer questions like “If a train was headed towards Dallas at 1 billion miles an hour and another train was headed to California at 1 trillion miles an hour, at what point would the conductors be able to wave to each other” or some crazy questions like that. It was also when I started building computer programs. We drew little turtles and hearts on our COMMODORE COMPUTER RAWR using matrix commands and syntax. I admit, I looked forward to going to that class ONLY if it wasn’t during science because it got me out of doing the rest of the boring stuff everyone else had to do, even though I still had to do the homework. Besides that, I was still confused as to why I was the special one to be picked.

I have never felt “gifted” in my entire life. I have, instead, felt an ongoing sense that I am capable of more than some of the other kids, and I can do more, at once, than many of the other kids. I guess I got that idea because I did the school work that all the kids did, AND the “gifted” work on top of that.

So, any time I have ever played games require skill-building… heck, even the game of RISK, I have repeated the same pattern. I want it all. I want everything. I want all of the skills. I want my soldiers on every country. I KNOW I only have a limited amount of skill points, but I want to spend them evenly on everything.

Neapolitan is my favorite ice cream, because it’s all three flavors. As you can guess, if I were into pizza, I love me some supreme pizza.

I want it all.

So hey, remember the subject of this article? How I got to be an expert at nothing?

I have been doing computer programming for ten years, so there’s that. That’s about the only skill I’ve developed for that long and I’m not doing too bad with that. However, when I zoom out a bit, I also can strum a few chords on the guitar, can play the piano enough to lead a singing group, can sing enough to occasionally pipe out something nice, can play chess with intermediate level players, can paint enough to know how colors mix, can write enough to elicit people’s responses or to encourage analytical thinking, can make videos with some forms of transitions and add music, can create graphic designs to some degree, and can pick up sweet dance moves fairly quickly.

Well, I guess I am an expert at something…being a “Jill-of-all-trades”.

When I think about that, “grass is greener on the other side” syndrome kicks in. Maybe I want to be the kind of person that is exceptionally skilled at one thing or another. I’m looking at what either lifestyles are like, in general. Like, why do I think being either a “Jill” or an expert is a good idea over the other one? I get that having a specific skill-set has more potential for greater return of investment when it comes to money. What is it about having a wider pool of skills at a lower level that seems so beneficial to me? If I think back on the “occupations” that I have wanted to do “when I grow up” that have stuck with me throughout the years… it’s “Teacher”, “Mommy” or “Writer.” This kind of mindset lends extremely well to all three of these career paths.

Moving forward, I want to encourage my future generations to craft skills and become experts. If one of my currently non-existent children wants to be a famous rock-star… I will have a sufficient musical foundation to be able to help them start in that direction. If they want to be a nurse, a doctor, or a firefighter… I will be their cheerleader. If they want to be a teacher, I’ve got their back. I intend to encourage skill-crafting as much as possible, even though it’s not something I’ve really ever wanted for myself.

How do you even know when you’re an expert, beyond degrees or certificates? What kind of things do you consider yourself an expert at? A brother of mine is a plumber. Another brother is going to school to be a respiratory therapist. These are specific skills that allow for extreme specialization. How do you view specialization and expert-ization vs knowing a-little-bit-of-everything?

A Teacher, A Writer, and a Mommy. I’m still sure that I can have my cake and eat it too.

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Is Chick-Fil-A Homophobic and who cares anyway?

I’ve been watching a phenomenon on my Facebook wall for several days now. I find it amazing how people behave when there is controversy, such as the “Chick-Fil-A” issue that has recently come to light. I’ve seen people very close to me… family, even, take one side or the other; it’s been an interesting scene.

About nine months ago, mom called me up and told me that there was a protest outside of a new Chick-Fil-A because of their stance on gay marriage. I noted the discussion and decided not to eat there, although I really didn’t have any opportunities either because there were no Chick-Fil-A’s near temptation-distance. I noticed, recently, that they’re building one nearby and told Helena that I don’t support Chick-Fil-A. That was a few weeks ago. And then, just the other day, during an interview with Baptist Press, Dan Cathy, CEO of Chick-Fil-A, confirmed that his views and the views of his company are “guilty as charged” and that they support the “biblical definition of marriage.” Here’s his comment:

We are very much supportive of the family — the biblical definition of the family unit. We are a family-owned business, a family-led business, and we are married to our first wives. We give God thanks for that.

This has set off a lot of controversial blogs, newspaper stories, and personal comments. People are taking sides left and right and they are all fired up.

There’s a few things I find interesting about the whole debate:

  • The claim on one side is that CEO of Chick-Fil-A  Dan Cathy’s  freedom of speech is at risk.
  • The claim on the other side we have a right to choose what our money is supporting; if a company is supporting a cause that we don’t believe in, we have the right to say “no thank you” .

Personally I don’t see the main camp who “opposes” Chick-Fil-A saying that Dan Cathy, or anyone else, shouldn’t or can’t speak as they choose. I am grateful that Dan Cathy came forward with his beliefs and his company’s stances. I think this transparency was the best thing that could happen because now, it gives everyone the opportunity to decide how to vote with their dollars.

You might ask what I mean by  “vote with our dollars”.

Many years ago, I got wind that the Salvation Army allegedly discriminated against homosexual employees and has allegedly refused service to gay people. I did some research and found, at the time, a statement put out by the Salvation Army themselves regarding their stance on homosexuality. It didn’t surprise me. But,  I decided from that point forward, I would refrain from shopping with the Salvation Army. I would not spend my dollars on a company that actively works against my own mission. If I gave money to that company, I would be saying “Yes, it’s okay, treat homosexual employees differently because you don’t like their ‘sin’.”  I wasn’t the only one who withheld my support from them and in the recent years, the Salvation Army has been required to provide equal benefits in some areas, but they still hold a “heterosexual is better than homosexual” stance, while claiming to be diverse and accepting. Here’s a link to a timeline someone wrote up on the history of the Salvation Army and discrimination, in case you’re interested.

And that’s an organization that does an immense amount of good for our world. Does doing an immense amount of good make up for this type of injustice? And, is putting a chicken sandwich in my tummy casting a vote that will change the world?

I know that the money doesn’t stop at the chicken sandwich. When I choose to purchase any product, I am making a statement of support for that business.  Once my dollars have been transferred to the business owner, that owner can use those dollars as he sees fit, and support what s/he wants to support.  If I have data, such as the data that was provided by Dan Cathy, I have an idea that a particular company may not be supporting things which I want to uphold.   It is important to me to spend my efforts on companies that I believe are moving man-kind forward and creating a safe and loving atmosphere.

Of course, I cannot know, just from a few statements in a publication, what a company is doing with the money it takes it from its customer base; I can only make an informed guess to the various routes those dollars may follow.

But what if I COULD trace every dollar… what kind of decisions would I make then? If I knew that ultimately the dollar bill that I am about to trade this product for will end up in the hands of a child sex slave trader, would I do it? Would I trade it? Would you trade it?

To some degree, we can trace our dollars with companies like Chick-Fil-A.  In this case, we have detected that a portion of our dollars are being donated to organizations that are notoriously anti-gay and against gay marriage. In fact, it is only a two-step hop with these particular dollars.

I read on “Equality Matters” that Chick-Fil-A has funded a company created and founded by  S. Truett, Chick-Fil-A’s owner. The company is called “WinShape.” In 2009, alone, WinShape recieved  $7,814,788 from Chick-Fil-A. Where did that money go?

Well…

They’ve also made additional donations to other charities and groups such as:

That’s a lot of data. And a lot of money. Half of the donations are going towards companies that directly oppose my own views on marriage. So, my question is… what would you suggest I do? Continue to support this company, knowing that my dollars are going towards something I believe is an injustice? Or, do I support them? How would that impact my own goals and my own ethics? How would that impact the world as a whole?

Lots to think about. Feel free to share your thoughts… no matter what “side” you’re on. I’m not interested in making this about taking away free speech. Speak all you want. It’s enlightening for me to see people’s stances.

Toy Soldiers by Kyle May

In Memory Of…

Toy Soldiers by Kyle May

Toy Soldiers. Photograph by Kyle May

We played with G.I. Joes. We set them all up and shot rubber bands at the opposing teams. My brother and I would inevitably change our aim to the little green men up to an ear or a forehead and then it was game on. There were little wounded G.I. Joe men all over the house at any given time who had given their lives so that we could have endless fun. You’d find them in the garden, around any shorter walls of our house, on the side of the toilet. There was no surface that didn’t once have a plastic soldier standing boldly for his territory. And there wasn’t any territory that our little rubber bands didn’t bounce off of. The concept of war has been built into us Americans in a vastly different way than in kids in some other countries. To us, it is a game that starts out of boredom. A strategy game where the winner gets an extra slice of pie. So naturally as the decades wane on with each generation that seems to get out of touch, more and more, with what real war is like, the message gets louder and more clear. Today, Memorial Day, is NOT a day designed to take a day off and enjoy a bar-b-que. I mean, you can do that if you want. I’m sure it will be very wonderful. I’d do it if I had a grill.

When I was 11 years old, I lived with my mother and her husband and my two brothers. We lived in Hawaii. Only I really didn’t live with my step-father because he was busy being in a war, on a ship, in the middle of the ocean… heading toward Kuwait. What a lonely and scary experience that was for us. Every day we were reminded that our father was being heroic by joining the Navy and we should be proud of him. And we were. I remember an art contest that we all entered in. Make a collage that says “Farewell.” I made a ship at the dock, with my step-father on it and my family standing there in tears as he waved at us. I won that contest. I tied it, I remember, with another person. We were given a 50.00 bond that was going to take 5 years to vest. I had no idea what any of that meant but I do know that, after five years, it came in handy to our family after my parents went through a divorce.

We went to school every day and came home, every day, awaiting news. Any news. Occasionally we’d get a video diary from him. That made us very happy! What a treat it was to see our step-father even though he was one-hundred-quatrillion miles away from us… in a land far far away. He was a brave sailor and we were his brave children.

We all ran around hanging up beautiful yellow ribbons on every tree we could possibly hang up. We wanted everyone to remember. Every day. Because we couldn’t not remember.

He came home and life resumed. We were lucky. We all are lucky.

War in other countries is not quite as romantic as it is here, and I can’t really even describe that since I’ve never been to another war-torn country. But it’s a reality in some of these countries that children’s war toys are merely preparation. By the time we were using our green men as shelving decorations, kids our age are dawning guns and training. It’s not a matter of whether one’s father will come home, it’s a question of … “Will I?” We just don’t understand that here. The closest we get is a close-miss during traffic… which is scary but it’s not war.

It takes a certain kind of person to go and sign his/her life to this country. A person who believes, above all cost, that his or her life is not as valuable as his or her country– one who would die or kill for what he or she believes in. It’s not easy. If you run from the face of the enemy, it’s even less easy.

So, on this day, as I remember my childhood experiences of the closest I have ever come to understanding war, I wish you all the most thought-provoking day of what it means to be alive now, in a country that allows us the freedoms that it does. There’s so much that needs to be changed in this country and so much work to be done on a humanitarian level; however just take a minute– stop and thank all of those who have done such brave and hard work up until now.

Love,
Me.

NOTE: Edited for inclusiveness. I mentioned men but indeed, both men and women have served our country. God Bless. :)

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My Personal Creed

I think that Charlie Chaplin summed up in “The Great Dictator” with this:

I’m sorry, but I don’t want to be an Emperor – that’s not my business. I don’t want to rule or conquer anyone. I should like to help everyone, if possible — Jew, gentile, black man, white. We all want to help one another; human beings are like that. We want to live by each other’s happiness, not by each other’s misery. We don’t want to hate and despise one another. In this world there’s room for everyone and the good earth is rich and can provide for everyone.

The way of life can be free and beautiful.

But we have lost the way.

Greed has poisoned men’s souls, has barricaded the world with hate, has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed. We have developed speed but we have shut ourselves in. Machinery that gives abundance has left us in want. Our knowledge has made us cynical, our cleverness hard and unkind. We think too much and feel too little. More than machinery, we need humanity. More than cleverness, we need kindness and gentleness. Without these qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost.

The aeroplane and the radio have brought us closer together. The very nature of these inventions cries out for the goodness in men, cries out for universal brotherhood for the unity of us all. Even now my voice is reaching millions throughout the world, millions of despairing men, women, and little children, victims of a system that makes men torture and imprison innocent people.

To those who can hear me I say, “Do not despair.” The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed, the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress. The hate of men will pass and dictators die; and the power they took from the people will return to the people and so long as men die, liberty will never perish.

Soldiers: Don’t give yourselves to brutes, men who despise you, enslave you, who regiment your lives, tell you what to do, what to think and what to feel; who drill you, diet you, treat you like cattle, use you as cannon fodder. Don’t give yourselves to these unnatural men, machine men, with machine minds and machine hearts! You are not machines! You are not cattle! You are men! You have the love of humanity in your hearts. You don’t hate; only the unloved hate, the unloved and the unnatural.

Soldiers: Don’t fight for slavery! Fight for liberty! In the seventeenth chapter of Saint Luke it is written, “the kingdom of God is within man” — not one man, nor a group of men, but in all men, in you, you the people have the power, the power to create machines, the power to create happiness. You the people have the power to make this life free and beautiful, to make this life a wonderful adventure.

Then, in the name of democracy, let us use that power! Let us all unite!! Let us fight for a new world, a decent world that will give men a chance to work, that will give you the future and old age a security. By the promise of these things, brutes have risen to power, but they lie! They do not fulfill their promise; they never will. Dictators free themselves, but they enslave the people!! Now, let us fight to fulfill that promise!! Let us fight to free the world, to do away with national barriers, to do away with greed, with hate and intolerance. Let us fight for a world of reason, a world where science and progress will lead to all men’s happiness.

Soldiers: In the name of democracy, let us all unite!!!

I am not a soldier, but in many ways, I am. While it is oxymoronic to state that I am a soldier for humanity, science, and expression, it is true. I stand for good and am working through things that are not good. I am seeking to root out my inconsistencies that hold me back and evolve those pieces in order to move forward and build a better life for me and my children, and a better world for all generations moving forward.

This video was posted, originally, by a friend of mine, Allison Mack, and it’s worth watching even after you read the words above. Hearing the passion in Charlie’s voice makes it 1000000 times more powerful.

So, go forth and do good.  ”The kingdom of God is within man” — not one man, nor a group of men, but in all men, in you.

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Legacy: 2012 Breakfast Day

Today marks 11 years since a light was altered. We thought it was estinguished. We cried and lamented the loss of this light. Purity, love, generiousity, true self-lessness. The light of life. My grandmother was a remarkable woman. Seventy-eight years of being a mother, grandmother, confident, friend, and guardian, she left the earth a better place than it was when she entered.

What was so remarkable about her being all of these things? What is so remarkable about any woman who chooses to leave a legacy in this world via a lineage? It’s an opportunity to teach others build a better world than the one you grew up in. It’s an opportunity to love and to learn that love has no boundaries and it is, indeed, possible to love even when you don’t think it’s likely. Love is independent of fear and sadness and love doesn’t look the same with every person.

That is not to say that if you do not have children, you cannot experience this, but that is not really the angle that I am going here with this entry, so stay with me. My grandmother is what I know to be the penultimate expression of love. My grandmother having experienced 16 lights of children and countless children’s children coming into her life, she had so many experiences to pull from by the time I came around that it was old news to her on how to raise me. I lived with her for the first nine years of my own life and can promise that I am a different person today for living with her. I learned about love, tolerance, acceptance, and eventually, being true to myself. She taught me that wisdom is the goal and love is is how we execute all things. It was through her own wisdom and love that I was shaped into the person I am today. She effected me and my mother in way that words cannot express, resulting in the strong women we are today.

How incredible it is to spend time with someone who has had this many rich experiences? Imagine getting to be raised by that person? Yeah, pretty lucky.

It wasn’t until this year that I had an understanding that her light was not extinguished. To extinguish a light means that no part of that light exists any longer. No, that’s not what happened. Her light was, instead, dispersed, widely, into every child and every grandchild, and every person born into this world that any of us ever comes across. How magnificent is it to see that love does not die and it does not have limits and it multiplies with every experience. My grandmother’s legacy is within all of us, and it is up to us to make the best of it.

This year, I have seen a shift in my family. I have seen more and more people in my family reach out and become part of our larger family village via social network tools like Facebook. I have seen more emails go back and forth with each other. We have even pulled off our first Family Reunion in decades. What a beautiful experience that was! To have everyone come together and experience each other, putting differences aside. I was very proud to be part of this experience.

Over the last decade, I have been able to witness a shattered family heal and support each other, and my hope is to see this bond grow even stronger in the coming years.

So, every year on April 1st, I don’t even remember the “other” “holiday” that happens on this day because for me, it is a day of love and expression. April 1st is Breakfast day. I have this day to honor my grandmother and her light and to carry on her love and wisdom. If you want to read about why I choose “Breakfast day” to remember her legacy by, you can read my entry from last year.

I encourage you all to participate with me and make or experience breakfast with as many people  as you can today in honor of love and expression. Reach out to loved ones and reflect on how they have made you a better person and make it a goal to make their lives better to.

Have a beautiful day.

Yummy Snack - Almonds

Snackity Snack – Don’t eat that!

On the search for food’s that are good for me! I’ve never been so food-focused in my life and let me just say, I don’t like it. It’s uncomfortable for me to think about food all of the time. Nearly my entire life, I’ve eaten when its convenient, not when I needed to. So, I’d have maybe 2 large (high calorie) meals a day (half a pizza, McDonalds meals, taco bell, cheesy pasta, Olive Garden, etc) because OMGIMSUDDENLYSTARVING. Now I’ve got to eat every three hours and its FREAKING HARD. Seriously. Hard.

Anyway, so I went to the Google Gods and I asked for them to rain down on me the gift of good snacks. Lo! And Behold! A website appeared! This One, to be exact. And now I feel so much more equipped with great ideas and even the calorie counts beside them so I can easily cut that out. I’m going to break down these snacks and order them by ingredients and then pick three of similar ingredients per week and rotate. Hey, just because I am finally dedicated to getting healthy doesn’t mean I don’t have a grocery budget!

Tonight, I’m getting my base measurements for my body, except my weight. I need to buy an amazing scale this weekend to measure my weight. Any scale-suggestions would rock.