When I open the blank page my mind becomes just as blank.
I'm not sure why.
No. That's not true.
I know why.
There's too much floating inside of my brain. Too much confusion and disappointment about the world that surrounds me. So much that I don't even know what to say about it. Yes, I'm letting it all get to me but, really, how can you not?
I'm on a bit of a media fast at the moment, but that only means that I choose what I watch on Netflix and keep the radio off. The rest of the time I am bombarded with advertisement. I can tell how things in the world are going simply by looking at the price of gas. Too much is tied to it these days. Lives and blood are tied to oil and the profit it makes.
It's true.
I am a bleeding heart liberal.
There's just no way around it.
I care about the world and the living beings in it. Every living thing. I care so it frustrates and confuses me to no end when I hear about more killing in the name of religion, resources, or land. I care so it frustrates and confuses me when human beings are denied their most basic of rights.
What are we doing?
Why are we doing it?
When will we stop?
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
Monday, May 28, 2012
Feeling Welcome Within The Community
The smallness and sometimes insular
feeling of my community here in Portland makes it difficult for new
people to join in. A friend of mine attended the QDoc film festival a
couple weeks ago and had an experience that I wouldn't have expected.
But, I come from a place of already knowing a lot of people in the
Portland community so, after thinking about it I came to realize that
I would have had a much different experience.
The experience she had was of one
standing on the outside looking in. Making steps to get inside,
introducing herself and talking to others, but not breaking through
the insular barrier that seems to surround our community. With her
permission, I would like to share the experience in her words.
“Last night at the QDoc film
festival I realized how much I am outside looking in. All the other
lesbians I observed seemed to fit into these stereotypical little
buckets and cliques. And they were all so territorial and aloof. I
felt weighed and judged in those up-and-down-once-over-looks we got
from all sides. What is it with lesbians and their territorial-ism?
[We] didn't know anyone there. And NO ONE except the festival
director was nice enough to speak to us. At the party afterward, the
same thing happened. (We were very 'open' in our stances and body
language). I even introduced myself to several people, but we still
ended up not speaking more than a few words to anyone. The community
is so insular. It was a surprise since both of us were really
interested in meeting some new people.
I understand that some of this would fade if we appeared at more events and the 'tribe' could become more comfortable with us. But I am not interested in being rubber stamped and labeled and dropped in the right gay box. That's what it has felt like at every event I have gone to too. What is the answer? You are more in touch with the gay community. Am I way off base?
Sigh-I'm not trying to be uber-negative. I guess I just had hoped for more of a feeling of belonging to a community last night and instead I felt more isolated than ever. It was almost like visiting another country where I don't know the language and the people don't really want visitors.”
I understand that some of this would fade if we appeared at more events and the 'tribe' could become more comfortable with us. But I am not interested in being rubber stamped and labeled and dropped in the right gay box. That's what it has felt like at every event I have gone to too. What is the answer? You are more in touch with the gay community. Am I way off base?
Sigh-I'm not trying to be uber-negative. I guess I just had hoped for more of a feeling of belonging to a community last night and instead I felt more isolated than ever. It was almost like visiting another country where I don't know the language and the people don't really want visitors.”
When I look at this
from the perspective of the “human tribe”, I see the same thing
happening. But that's on a much grander scale. We, as humans, tend to
run with our own packs and clicks. It's happened since the dawn of
time. When we do this, though, we miss out on other amazing and
interesting people in the world around us.
I get that it could
be considered a safety issue for some and that others may not be
comfortable with reaching out to “strangers”. I am shy in social
situations, myself. Getting the courage up to talk with someone
outside of my “tribe” requires a lot of energy and a tremendous
sense of self confidence. In all honesty, who likes rejection?
Stepping outside of our realm of safety and acceptance is
frightening, to say the least, and the possibility of rejection is
very apparent.
Remembering my own
voyage into the Portland GLBT community, I really didn't know where I
fit in to any of it. I wasn't into the party scene, I was a Mom and I
worked a lot and attended college so my first introduction to the
community was via the internet. It was a way for me to look into the
community and learn a bit about it before physically stepping into
it.
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| The night I stepped into the community. |
After months of
communicating and interacting with others online, I finally worked up
the courage to venture out to an open mic night at a local coffee
shop. It was the perfect scene for me because it was a small group in
an intimate setting complete with art. I remember being fairly quiet
for a bit before introducing myself to a few people around me. I
don't remember much about the conversations that night or if there
were many but I do remember being included in a photograph towards
the end of the night. That simple act made me feel welcome.
I wish I could say
that I've been aware of this ever since and have made it a point to
introduce myself to people I haven't seen in the community before
but, in all honesty, I haven't. I want to change that from this
moment on, though, and ask for others in not only this community but
in communities all over the world to do the same.
At your next event,
look around and find the couple standing off by themselves or the
person on the outskirts of the crowd who looks to be new, walk over
to them and introduce yourself. Introduce them to others in your
group. Do what you can to make them feel welcome. It only takes a
moment or so and it just might make a huge difference not only to
them but to you and your friends, as well.
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Now The Exciting News
My girl and I made matching thumb rings! A friend of hers is a jeweler so we were able to melt, pour and create these rings!
Also, we're taking the plunge and moving in together! I'm excited and happy and nervous all at once! Some old triggers are surfacing for me from past relationships but I recognize that they're from the past and not a part of my present.
My heart is happy. Very, very happy.
Thoughts On Life, Creativity and Time
Or “Me Trying To Talk Myself In To
Going To Work Again”.
My mind has been incredibly scattered
these last few months. There are so many subjects racing through it
and their all in little tid bits. Everything from butch bonding to
gender stereotypes to community. I try to sit down and write about
them when they hit me but my days have been mostly filled with
working or recovering from working.
I'm back in this place again. The place
where I found myself when I left the accounting world. The place
that's frustrated with having to work outside of where my passion
lies just to get by. It takes up so much head space but it also frees
up the head space that fills when I can't pay my bills. I've resigned
myself to the fact that I am just too responsible to let things go
and have refocused myself on becoming as debt free as I possibly can.
Being debt free equals freedom to me. So much freedom.
On the other hand, is that not such a
good way to look at things? Being debt free could be seen as lacking
or unsuccessful. Think about that for a moment. If you're debt free
you most likely don't own a home, because most of us have a mortgage
associated with owning a home, and if you choose to be debt free then
aren't you setting yourself up to be unsuccessful? You don't have to
make much money if you're debt free so the lack of stress that comes
with not having to have a certain amount of income could, possibly,
keep one from motivating themselves to push harder to succeed. Does
success equal money?
But, not having that stress is, to me,
associated with having the time and space to relax into my
creativity. To be open to it whenever it starts to flow and to have
the time to learn more about the mediums I choose for my arts.
Wasn't I supposed to be independently
wealthy in this life? Wasn't I supposed to be able to get through
college without having to take on student debt? Wasn't I supposed to
be able to put my son through college without having to take on
parent plus loans? Yes, we both could have taken different routes but
why should we have chosen a path of least resistance when it's wasn't
what we wanted?
My idea of success for myself looks
like this: my creative passions (writing and photography) completely
support me emotionally, mentally, physically and financially in this
life. So, it seems to me that becoming as debt free as I possibly can
is the first step towards that life and that success.
Paying off my car and taking care of
the old credit card debts is where I need to start. If I can just
stay focused on this goal, perhaps I can find a way to stop feeling
so burnt out on the job.
Thursday, May 10, 2012
Mother's Guilt
My Dearest Son,
I wish I would have known then what I
know now. I was so young and so very inexperienced at life when I
gave birth to you. When I say “we grew up together”, I really
mean that we grew up together in this life. Looking back from
here, there are a lot of things that were said and done that I wish
were not. If only for knowing the effect that it would have on you
now.
I wanted nothing more then to give you
the strength, the courage and the confidence to be yourself in this
world. To be unapologetically authentically you.
The power of words has never before
been more apparent to me until last night. I've always known, from my
own experiences, that they can kill any form of self-confidence
almost instantly but never have I known how painful that could be
until you shared with me your memory of those six little words.
Separately they are harmless but put together in a sentence they can
squash one's bud of self worth growth instantly.
“He didn't even fight for you.”
I could tell you that I backed him into
a corner during the divorce. I can tell you that I gave him no
options. I could tell you that he's played the victim all of his
life. I can tell you that he did, in his sorry attempt, try to fight
by having someone “serve” me court papers on Mother's Day so long
ago. Court papers that weren't even filed. I could do my best to help
you understand the situation but I can't take back those words nor
the effect that they've had on you all this time. Twelve long years
you've been dealing with this.
The actions of a man who is so unworthy
of your attention still has an effect on you because of the
biological connection. We all long for the acceptance and approval of
our parents from the moment we enter this realm of existence. It's
human nature.
The co-dependent in me wants to make
excuses for him in the hopes that it will help you heal past this but
I know that this will be something that you, yourself, will have to
heal from. No excuse can magically heal years of pain and that
feeling of “I'm not enough”.
I am so sorry for the choices I made
while I was young. I am so sorry for choosing him to be your Father
in this life. Though the divorce was such an angry time for me, I
wish I could have seen past my anger when talking to you about what
was happening. You were only 9 years-old. You didn't have to know
everything that was happening nor did you ever have to hear those
words.
When you can see past the sadness and
the pain, I hope you can see how hard I fought for you not only
during the divorce but through the years to help you become the
person you want to be. You are more then worthy of my struggle in
this life to help you create your own life where, hopefully, it won't
be as much of a struggle as I've endured. I hope that by looking at
it from this perspective that it gives you a sense of “enough”.
You are worthy, you are deserving, you are more than enough.
You are an amazing human being filled
with so much compassion, creativity, love, intelligence, honor and
courage.
I can't wait to see you find that in
yourself, fall in love with yourself and fly.
All my love always,
Your Very Proud Mom
Monday, May 7, 2012
A New Facebook Page For My Photography
My show opening at Hip Chicks Do Wine in Newberg did so well and helped me gain more confidence around my art that I decided to create a page on Facebook, again, for my photography. If you're on Facebook and you like my photographs, please come on over and "Like" my page. Feel free to share it with all of your friends, as well!
It's over here: Wendi Kali Photography
Thanks!
Happy Monday!
It's over here: Wendi Kali Photography
Thanks!
Happy Monday!
Friday, May 4, 2012
Split Personalities
This morning, I woke up thinking
about writing and photography. It's as if there are two people living inside me and
every now and then they battle over my time. One is a writer, the
other a photographer and they're both constantly at odds with each
other over who gets to come out and play when I have time away from
work and life's responsibilities.
The writer in me is upset because
she hasn't been out for quite a while now. She has so much to work
on, too. A short erotic piece about our first date with our girl,
thoughts on a quote we keep thinking about and the ever present essay
book we've been working on here and there. She really wants to sit
down and take this stuff seriously. She needs time to do that. No.
She needs to be prioritized.
The photographer has gotten all of the
free time lately with photo shoots every weekend for the past few
weeks. Each photo shoot is followed by the editing of the photos then getting the good ones back to the person she took photos of. Then there's the
wait. The anticipation that ensues when waiting for the response.
Will they like them? Will they hate them? Did I do a good job? What
could I have done differently? Should I continue to pursue this avenue of photography? How can I learn more, do more, be more?
Adding to all of this is the musician
inside me wanting to pick up that guitar that's been sitting in the
corner looking ever so lonely and suddenly there aren't enough hours
in each day. I want to do it all! But, finding a focus and sticking
with it has been my challenge. Perhaps it will always be my
challenge.
Am I looking for something? Am I
looking to find satisfaction or completion in any of these things?
Perhaps, to a certain extent I am. Perfection might be more like it.
But, how to get to that place when I'm not focused on just one thing?
Is it possible? Is it possible for me to do it all and be successful?
Successful in both writing and photography and maybe just a decent at guitar pickin'? Then there's the question
of my definition of success. Who's definition is it, exactly? What does success look like to me?
Oh, so many things to ponder this
morning.
Welcome to my brain. Be careful of where you step. It's a bit cluttered around here.
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