Friday, September 21, 2007

The Fury

Right now I'm reading James Fry's "My Friend Leonard" its the sequel to "Million little pieces."

The way he describes anger as "the fury," not as simply as "fury," but "THE fury". That rises up within him and takes him over when he becomes angered. It's this uncontrollable anger that creeps up within him and takes over his actions.

Something in a book has never resonated with me in this way. I feel much of what James feels when anger strikes. I feel it creeping up from the very most dark corner of my being and spreading like a swarm of locusts into the rest of my body. It takes over my breathing, my heart rate, my muscles feel as if they are supercharged, my legs become very stiff, and my gaze very very narrow. I have all the power to strike something, or break it or throw it to the ends of the earth. I never really want to hit people, at least I don't think. I always want to/ or end up taking it out on inanimate objects such as walls or doors.

I know this is kind of a behavior that shows that I'm out of control of my emotions and feelings, but I've become better at suppressing it. I don't want the everyday person to see me punching a wall, they might have me committed, so I've learned to suppress the actions. Oh but that fury, it still rises and rises until there must be some breaking point. Usually I just try and get my mind off of the cause of my anger, but lately that's been hard to do, so I think I need to find another antidote.

I really just want it to end.

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

Luna






I have decided to save up my money and buy a puppy next summer. Well there are a lot of factors in it, but hopefully I won't be living in an apartment, and hopefully I will have the time to take care of it. If I don't I will just keep waiting until I do.

But I want a brown and white boston terrier.

I saw one the other day at Petsmart, which I cant stand that place. They are cruel to those dogs! But I frequently visit there imagining myself breaking those dogs free of those terrible cages.

Anyways, there was this beautiful light brown and white boston. She was sooo pretty and I really just wanted to take her home with me. When she turned around to show play with another dog in the cage I saw this white mark on her neck that looked like a moon! So in honor of this dog I think I will name my Boston Terrier Luna (like the moona! hahaha!)

Laundromat encounters

The other night when I got home from seeing my family I had some laundry to do so I decided to grace the local laundromat with my presence. I thought it might be a nice relaxing night, I was going to take a book and be on my own for a couple of hours, able to get away and just enjoy the company of myself.

Well I got there around 7:30 and stumbled in with my undergarments, sheets, and clothes from the week before. I looked around for a group of open washers where I could set up shop for the next couple of hours. As I was putting my sheets in the washer a younger man (maybe late 20's) walked by and looked me up and down, so I shot him and look that made his buddies chuckle and jeer at him.

I then went to find a chair where I could see my clothes to keep an eye on the cycle. I pulled out my book and my iced tea and began to read. About a half of a page into my relaxing 30 minutes the young man who was interested in my assets came and sat down next to me. He started to hit on me and try and do everything he could to let me know that he was interested. I was blunt and told him that I wasn't interested.

He then asked me what the heck did I think that I was doing there. I told him laundry. He redirected his question, "no, what is a girl like you, (he meant white and educated and the reason I know this is because he asked me about SU) doing in a laundromat with a bunch of us (and he meant Latino)?" I then looked up and realized that I was the only woman in the laundromat, and the only white person as well. I kind of got a little intimidated and I think that he could tell. So he asked me about the book I was reading. I told him "My Friend Leonard, its about life after prison/rehab."

Well then our conversation took a whole different turn. I found out that his name is Roman, he's from Juarez Mexico and was brought here 5 years ago to fight in Iraq. I couldn't believe his story. The government had sent over recruiting officers over the border to the border town to get some new recruits. Well Roman was one of them. It promised him a better life, they told him that if he was smart enough he could fly airplanes or be in covert missions. This really intrigued him because life in Juarez was just not enough for him and he wanted a better life for his family and more importantly his sister. So the government brought him over to fight for this country. He served in Iraq for 5 years, flying planes and going on covert missions.

But now the government isn't granting him citizenship! He served the country for 5 years, and put his life on the line, thank goodness he came back alive, but the thanks he gets for it is being sent back to Juarez. Well of course Roman didn't want to do that, that wasn't an option for him. He tried to enroll in some classes to earn his degree but since he's not a citizen he can't get a decent job once he's done with classes, so why spend the money? So Roman is left to do construction work, even though he was smart enough to fly airplanes.

We had a long discussion about the war, politics, Hillary, Mexican-American culture. The stories that he told me about life in Iraq were horrifying. I asked him if he thinks that the media blows things out of proportion when it comes to the war. He said that they do spin it to make it sound like we are right to fight, but that they are also shielding our eyes from many of the terrors that all people soldier and Iraqi have to face in Iraq.

I asked Roman who he thought would do the best at president and to my surprise he said Hillary. Roman stated and I thought was ready to salute "I would love to have that woman be my commander." He thought that it is time to have a new perspective besides a white male. He also feels like she has the most perspective in what is happening in Iraq and in the United States.

Roman also commented on the lack of birth control in his culture. "I don't understand it. They will come over here to make a better life for themselves and then they just go and pop a bunch of babies out. How is that supposed to make life better? You are raising a bunch of children who will have to help you raise your other children down the line." He felt that that lifestyle helped foster assumptions and stereotypes of Latinos. "Latinos aren't promiscuous, but when all people see are a bunch of your babies running around and you can't control your life, that has an effect on me, that has an effect on the way all Latinos are portrayed."

That night was probably one of the most enlightening conversations I've ever had. I will admit that my ignorance and prejudices caused me to assume that I would be having to fight this guy and his advances off all night. But I was lucky, something happened and not by my own doing to get to know a fantastic person whose story I have truly truly been touched by. I hope I think about Roman a lot in my days ahead through this life. I hope that I will never lose sight of how lucky I am, the sacrifice that has been made for my safety, be involved with what's going on in the world and realize that when you move past stereotypes and fears that a lovely and intriguing person is waiting to touch your life. Thank you Roman.

Friday, September 14, 2007

East to West

Here I am Lord and I’m drowning, in Your sea of forgetfulness
The chains of yesterday surround me, I yearn for peace and rest
I don’t want to end up where You found me
And it echoes in my mind
Keeps me awake tonight
I know you’ve cast my sin as far as the East is from the West
And I stand before You now as though I’ve never sinned
But today I feel like I’m just one mistake away
From You leaving me this way

Chorus:
Jesus can you show me just how far the east is from the west
‘Cause I can’t bear to see the man I’ve been
Rising up in me again
In the arms of Your mercy I find rest
‘Cause You know just how far the east is from the west
From one scarred hand to the other

I start the day, the war begins
Endless reminding of my sin
And time and time again
Your truth is drowned out by the storm I’m in
Today I feel like I’m just one mistake away
from You leaving me this way

I know You’ve washed me white
Turn my darkness into life
I need Your peace to get me through
To get me through this night
I can’t live by what I feel
About the truth Your word reveals
I’m not holding on to You
But You’re holding on to me
You’re holding on to me

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s6zdihmwy1M

The imagery in this song just really gets me to the brink of tears almost every time I hear it. I feel like this song depicts where I am in my spiritual journey right now. I feel like I'm yearning for peace and rest, and have been yearning for God to show me just how powerful his way truly is. He's slowly taking me there, and showing me things one at a time, and I feel anxious at times to just get there already, but I believe he's doing this slower than I would prefer so I can recognize his voice.

I really didn't realize how much the storm I've been in was drowning out so much truth about myself and about God. It's a strange thing when you don't realize you are unhappy and you aren't living the life you were meant to live. It's a violent and terrorizing storm. It's like driving in a hurricane all of your life thinking that this is the only weather that there is, so you'd better be happy about it. But when you finally come out of it and experience the sun warm on your face and illuminating everything around you, you truly feel newborn.

Could it really be true that God's grace spans as far the east is from the west? To think of grace in those terms is truly mind blowing to me. I no longer have to fit my life into a mold where I must put boundaries on my life for salvation's sake. Is there really no mold? These are questions that God is slowly answering in my life. Earlier I talked about the idea that Jesus didn't come to provide a mold for us all to try and squeeze ourselves into, he came to break it! There is a way of love and a grace that truly transcends the ways of this earth. And for us to put limitations and EXPECTATIONS on ourselves because of the ways of this life is restricting and putting limitations on what God can make of us.

I have found now that I am allowing God to truly show me how vast His ways are I am able to see the picture of what I really am/can become.