i have watched this particular version of this story circulate for a day or two.. and was intrigued from the beginning, but passed it by, i dont think i reposted but this morning it hits me.
apart from my total inspiring uplifting response I had that of all countries, haiti and its women who might be said to be among the most subjugated in the world, would find and have and be the embodiment of spirit and cosmic goodness that they impart the little, last and nothing they have to help other women, another set of girls, their rival and competitor, and can be said, a group of girls in a better station of life than them, if only presupposed on country of origin comparisons.. I thought that was laudable beyond words and shows you how it is often the least of us who are the most, biggest, magnanimous
beyond that, it was the trail of events that hit me that i loved:
the nobody and nothings gave their last and little and nothing to someone in need but in truth had access to more though it was hidden. then the big kahunas of unlimited sources stepped in to cover the givers, and will probably do so at an extent beyond conception or expectation.
the poignancy of this story to me and my life is that I was haiti in 2013, giving my last to someone who was about to lose the most valuable thing ever in their sphere, but what they themselves neither cared for, embraced, owned or respected. but i did not stop to absorb that fully/i was also in a spiritual quest and connection, i see i was intentionally blinded to what would have stopped me otherwise and for me it means i was doing what needed to be done what was my destiny to do. and only in the aftermath fall out when the physical human level did not work out, did i see the things straight, discover that i had saved someone total without merit and deserving.; the height of the contemptible, really. And that help that i dispensed has caused me to suffer so. And the things that i have learned: that ancestor names appear in the mix of things, and so was I doing what was destined to be my gifts and blessings. and that what i thought was someone using and abusing me was really them doing what they needed to do to lay the fruits at my feet for me to take up and to complete what was designated from the ancestral spiritual integration of past and future, into one stream. which brings me to a whole new universe
-- door just blew open...am i in this cauldron, this wilderness is a transition , to a period of my soul journey where all paths become one. the past lives of being royalty, the early part of this lifetime where i was rich and privileged, with this spurt of poverty and the outcome is a lifting up by several measures, uncalculating not calculating, not translating, to a level that one can only determine is of the blessed and anointed...the miraculous magic so to speak of...which integrates a post i am yet to write...a friend last night who has known me since i landed here said to me "that I am magic and people would love me because they are all into magic" something to explore..what does he mean...---
but the whole point i am trying to make, is that having traveled the roads i have...if i were to apply the haitian trinidadian women's football story to myself...i wonder, seek and ask, who is my hillbilly with what unending endowment?
a few individuals talked about this week collective action after one person cried out "do some of us have to suffer so amidst some of us with so much " there were chimes. i spoke of how i have tried to address that in the small ways that i can, but when it comes to me needing amidst those who can or who i have asked, crickets. no response. and they would love to call themselves the better of the humans. but even animals respond to you when you nudge them. we, us beasts, to ignore, is one of the things that signatures who you really are.
so we continue on, soldiering as best as we can pretend.
http://www.foxsports.com/soccer/story/haiti-trinidad-and-tobago-bill-hillary-clinton-womens-world-cup-qualifying-100914
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