Homai to Aroha
I’ve been trying to ‘re-write the narrative’ for a very long time … it’s not very easy to ‘unfuck thyself’, especially on a large scale.
Everything that I am is the opposite to what I have told I ‘should be’. Not just by well meaning peeps who are trying to do well meaning shit; and not just by non-well meaning peeps, trying to fuck shit up. This is a societal plague … where we believe we have the right to control someones path.
I hate it.
And I thought I hated it because I was fucked up.
Turns out (as I am slowly discovering), it is just the way I am.
It needs no apologises or descriptions or anecdotes of reasons … because something is different than something else, should it have to explain itself in defence of itself? NO. Just an explanation in the course of sharing who and what you are :)
Wha the fuck has that got to do with that shrivelled up weedy thorn looking photograph I have here?
It’s got every mindful fucking thing to do with it.
This is my version of beauty too.
And how do you describe that beauty as a positive without having to reexplain the negative?
This is what I mean: and btw, we do this with Everything we believe is a negative:
“The picture is of a bunch of weeds and thorns and prickles all dead and shrivelled and brown and dying looking.”
Instead of this … which is what I see:
“The photograph is a macro of the curves and flows of the bull thistle as it changes seasons. You can see the strength and resilience in it’s lengths; the fluffy bits round the edges make it feel ‘worn’ but welcoming.”
You know how tiring it is trying to describe something as a positive to someone that sees it as a negative?