The Love of a Mother

 

My mother has always supported and encouraged my creativity and unique spirit. So much so that when I entered into the world (aka… Kindergarten) I was completely unprepared for the criticism and cruelty. It’s taken me over 20 years to finally find peace and a huge reason why I saw such a need for a community to honor who we are.

About a month ago, my mom sent me a letter. It so beautifully conveys her depth of love and support.

The love of a mother is powerful beyond measure and in so many ways she is the mother of Living Quirky.

I hope her letter will inspire you and her love will melt into your heart as well.

xo,
Christina


You see . . . I don’t feel/think you are weird. I think you are . . . intact . . . un-broken . . . the authentic, multi-dimensional, human experience that represents what living means when one lives fully present in a body . . .

I feel/think that most people have . . . allowed . . . parts of themselves to be . . . carved away . . . allowed because the pain of feeling the cruelty of living in a uni-dimensional world was too great to bear . . . carved away until they experience only . . . one color . . . in the full spectrum of the authentic, multi-dimensional, human experience.

I started feeling/thinking this way many years ago . . . When I learned how people have different numbers of color receptors; I always wondered why I could see . . . shades of colors . . . that others could not. I wondered how . . . differently . . . I would experience life if . . . I could only see blue . . . rather than blue green, blue grey, blue red, blue yellow, light blue, black blue, green blue . . . how I would have no . . . frame of reference . . . to others multi-dimensional experience . . . if I could only see blue . . . how limited my experience of life would be if . . . I could only see blue . . .

My heart is saddened . . . by the understanding of the pain you have been caused . . . pain caused by others who allowed parts of themselves to be carved away . . . until they became the cruelty that carved away the parts that allowed them to feel . . .

And, yet . . . I understand that this too is part of the human experience . . . to realize that if we are to live in the full spectrum of the authentic, multi-dimensional, human experience, we are . . . vulnerable. Acknowledgement of that . . . vulnerability . . . allows us to remain . . . intact. Feeling that . . . vulnerability . . . allows us to remain . . . intact.

One ceases to feel the cruelty of the uni-dimensional reality when one . . . allows . . parts of ourselves to be carved away . . .

One lives in the . . . numbness . . . when one . . . allows . . . parts of ourselves to be carved away . . . until one becomes the numbness . . . becomes the cruelty . . . of a one-dimensional reality . . .

So, no . . . I don’t believe you are weird . . . and, if you are . . . the world would be a better, more human place if we would all embrace . . . being weird.

I celebrate you because . . . by experiencing the authentic, multi-dimensional, human experience . . . you keep that multi-dimensional experience . . . alive . . .

I find joy because . . . you are . . . alive . . .

I love you . . . in all your authentic, multi-dimensional, human aliveness . . .

Mom

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