Today, my book update includes two postponements and one interruption. The postponements were unfortunate but understandable, and not terribly disruptive. The interruption, however, was unbelievable. It not only robbed us of time, but it revealed something disturbing about the perception of one man. It involved law enforcement. I can’t say for sure, but on its surface, seemed to include racism and racial profiling.
I was disturbed, saddened, and confused for my friend. To the best of my recollection, I’ve never witnessed this. While I am rarely one to jump to conclusions and assume the worst, this may very well have shown the worst in the people involved.
Despite all of this, some solid writing was accomplished, roles were clarified, and a book with a message of respect and unity is well on its way.
Kula (Sanskrit): A community of the heart, a group coming together of its own free will. An intentional community, a family.
As mentioned before, my first book is a collaborative effort. My mind is still racing from our first gathering on Wednesday. It brought me right back to our coffee talks, book discussions, and ongoing mutual respect. They are all so excited about this venture and are happy to be included. So, it’s time to introduce this group, my kula.
You just don’t get it. But I’ll explain it one last time.
This mommy thing is hard as hell. It doesn’t matter if I’m a stay at home mom, a work from home mom, or a work outside the home mom. Notice the common thread. I am always MOM. Mom is it. The go to. Where the buck stops. The end all be all. The final answer. The rock.
Would I have it any other way? Absolutely not. Do I regret this choice? Hell no! Do I wish someone else would take my place? Not in a million years.
Let me tell you what I do want. It’s very simple. It can be expressed in one word. You’ve all heard it, from the time you were a little kid. It’s what we all want from the people we love. There’s even a song about it.
That’s all I want. I don’t want to trade jobs with you. I don’t want to complain. I don’t think you have it any easier than me. I don’t want my job to be any different. I don’t want to make comparisons. I just want the respect that I deserve for doing what I do and being who I am. I am mom.
When I need help, don’t make me beg. If I need to leave, don’t make me explain. If I need some time, just give it to me. If I can do something for myself, don’t turn it into an act of congress. When I’m at the end of my rope, pull me up.
Every once in a while, just stop and try on my shoes. They won’t fit. It doesn’t matter. They’re not supposed to. But they fit me perfectly. Respect that.
There is no war. Only peace. The sun shines just enough and the rain falls equally. All of us have just enough food, water, shelter, and love. We work if we want to, but we don’t have to. Our children feel safe, nurtured, and will be ready to create their future.
There are no riots. No discrimination. No violence. No murder. No crime. We need no jails. They’ve all been renovated into free housing for those who need it. We govern ourselves. It’s really pretty easy. We all get along and we find a way to disagree peacefully. We respect our differences. We find it quite refreshing. We laugh a lot. We tell stories. We share meals. We give away what we no longer need.
There is an infinite amount of music, dancing, playing, singing, laughing, and joy. We certainly have negative feelings like sadness, anger, jealousy, guilt, and fear, but those are all short lived. Those emotions are only there to provide the contrast we need. We handle them peacefully and move on.
Our beliefs vary, but we learn from each other. We actually seek out people who’s beliefs are different because we are anxious to learn. We never stop expanding our knowledge of our world and the people in it.
Does this sound impossible to you? I don’t think so. It sounds pretty simple, actually. It sounds like the intention all along. It sounds really awesome. It sounds like Heaven.