humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
Second battle of the Little Bighorn
The roaring cloud of cursing and yelling tongues drowned out my thoughts as I looked into the darkened eyes of the kid standing only a few feet away from me. We didn’t know each other and there was no hostility between us; we were standing toe to toe because we didn’t fit in. He didn’t fit in because he was from an age-old rival in the Crow tribe and I didn’t fit in because I was as white as a piece of notebook paper. We were the spectacle and the crowd of young Northern Cheyenne kids wanted to find out who would be the winner and the loser.
John AbsherPublished about 8 hours ago in Humans
Outlander.
An Outlander since the day I was born. Permanently fixated on a twisted looking glass, its curvature twisted the world around me. Stuck on the outside looking in, the status quo was something I'd never see again.
Hannah MartinPublished about 8 hours ago in Humans
Too Much, but Not Enough
As a Black woman myself, enjoying anything that is not “for Black People”, you’re “too Black” for NonBlack fans but “not Black enough” for Black people. This can be such a chore and damaging to your mental health. Some of us just want to enjoy something without having to think about the color of our skin or deal with attacks from racists. Regardless of our feelings and trying to just live our life, we still end up being “stuck between a rock and a hard place”.
SharvaStudioPublished about 8 hours ago in Humans
The Arrival
Social Shock ~ By Liesel Kippen The day had finally arrived. I was leaving my roots, my neighbourhood, my province, my country and my home. I was leaving South Africa to immigrate to Australia. A sudden feeling of fear, pain, sadness and loneliness engulfed me. I was going to a foreign land; one where I had never been to before. My feelings and emotions of an immigrant were hard to describe at the time; anguish, pain, hope, uncertainty, dismay…a number of feelings which I could n’t quite put my finger on. I think back to the initial moments, where a sudden vision of the Israelites crossing the Red Sea, vividly flashed through my mind. With sunken ideas and a myriad of thoughts frantically finding room space in my head, I envisaged the suffering and hardships that were soon to follow. I was about to start again, at the ripe old age of 35 years. Youthfulness was no longer my fervent companion. Instead, signs of old age had started to appear and tiredness from constant re-orientations had found a comfortable corner in my being. Starting again from scratch in a foreign country, with no family or friends, and without a job, left me feeling drained and overcome with immense uncertainty and dread. I was left wondering whether this was a leap in faith or an idiotic decision made by a crazed fool. Either way, I was about to find out. With much of my belongings packed safely into a container headed for Australia, I left with my 2 boys, aged 1 and 3 years, and a number of bags, which would become my only possessions for a while, until my belongings in the container finally reached Australia’s shores. With barely enough to start a new life with in my new country, I embarked on my journey. Feeling forlorn and careful not to show my fear to my kids, I wearily settled into my new life. My children could not see their mother, who was usually in control of most situations that life threw at her, feeling completely helpless and powerless. They needed to be comfortable and at ease with this life-changing decision that I had made. They needed to feel safe and secure in the knowledge that their mum knew what she was doing and had the situation, however mammoth it was, under control.
Liesel KippenPublished about 9 hours ago in Humans
Is it a crown or a tiara?
IS IT A CROWN OR A TIARA? The difference between business and casual wear By V. Marie Millan I’m new to this site and felt the need to write this.
Vivian Marie MillanPublished about 9 hours ago in HumansAccepting Dyslexia
I have probably reread and retyped this very sentence more times then anyone could count, and being an adult in my late twenties, I am finally learning to accept this of myself more and more. I have dyslexia, and what that means is, I and so many others have difficulty learning reading, writing, spelling and interpreting words, letters, and symbols. This dose dose not effect intelligence what so ever but for many years I felt left out from other individuals thinking that I was just not smart enough to even be in the same room with them. School was a struggle and growing up, my parents thought reading and writing was something I needed more practice on and that I would soon get better at eventually. My parents and I didn’t know what the true nature of my struggle was, nor did we even think it had a name! Even though writing is a subject I love and fear at the same time, I want to share my story of having dyslexia and share tips that I do or tell myself that help me through the day in hopes that it helps other out ther in the world.
Mike n NessaPublished about 9 hours ago in HumansPassions of the Heart
Passions of the Heart As a mother of five children, a registered nurse, a wife, homemaker, and artist, my passions lie within creation and for people. I was in an abusive marriage for fourteen years and I’ve always wanted to have a blog, to tell my story, and to reach others who have suffered or are currently suffering at the hands of their spouse, significant other, or by family members. Inside my blog, I would have acrylic painting, cooking, and crafting tutorials as a way to reach my audience and give them resources to heal and put the broken pieces of themselves back together. Art, crafting, cooking, meditation, and videos to connect to my members would all be outlets to reach out and have that connection become reciprocated. I am passionate about being a mother, working as nurse, going to school to become a Family Nurse Practitioner, reaching out to others; it is everything I am and will be about. The happiness of people, connection, making someone’s day, helping someone through a dark time regardless of the cause; they’re all passions within my heart.
Katie FosterPublished about 9 hours ago in Humans
Nope. Not Today.
When I was a little girl my father lost his job. Months passed without luck of finding a new position in our city so he had to start the search wider a-field. Then it came: counsellor for a kindergarten to grade twelve school in northern Alberta. After long discussions in hushed voices, my parents made the decision for him to take the position. He left weeks later. My mother, older brother and I followed 6 months later.
Whitney McLeodPublished about 9 hours ago in Humans
How To Thrive
Imagine a world where budding creatives are encouraged to pursue their desired field. A world where parents don’t gently advise their child to perhaps consider a safe career instead. Imagine a world where governments and companies create and hand out grants for artistic research like they do for the science sector. Imagine a world where the general social narrative is not that of a ‘starving artist’ but that of an accepted and lucrative profession. Imagine a world where access to technology was simple and easily attainable. A world in which learning a technical skill or finding a mentor was as simple as it is in the fields of mining, investing, or politics. Where a hyper specific and technical skills are identified and available to be shared, and the tools needed to learn those skills are easy to access and available. Can you imagine this world? I can.
Mia SpencerPublished about 9 hours ago in Humans
Jubilee! It’s a Juneteenth Celebration!
“They seem to satisfy their consciences with the doctrine that...the Africans [were created] to be slaves. What a libel upon… who ‘made of one blood all nations of men!’” (Jacobs, 1861)
Robin Jessie-GreenPublished about 9 hours ago in HumansChurch
My father has been an ordained minister my whole life. He didn’t have his own church until I was seventeen, but I grew up in church and everyone knew my father was a preacher.
Kayla CrowellPublished about 9 hours ago in Humans
2020 has come and gone.
When I set out writing this book I knew it was not just going to be about Covid - 19 but I was going to share a lot of my own life in this book and how I have always felt about the world and especially in the year 2020 for obvious reasons as I think we all reflected on our lives in 2020 because we had time to reflect.
