Over the last 6 weeks I have been lucky enough to be surrounded by incredible women who have brought to life an awareness in me I am truly grateful for.
As I was wondering the streets of Brooklyn, NYC today (hearing a plentitude of different languages filling the air!) without any clue where I was going, I was filled with so much gratitude not only for these women but all the women in my life and all the women in the world. (Try listening to “Rise Up” by Andra Day and bring to mind and heart the special ladies in your world and in the world – it’s epic!) It was really special. I felt I had so much to say. So much to be grateful for. I also felt like I had an apology to make.
As I was walking, thinking about what I wanted to say this door caught my eye: (thankfully I wasn’t looking at my tiny cellphone screen at the time or I might have missed it!)
“In this house we believe:
Black lives matter
Women’s rights are human rights
No human is illegal
Science is real
Love is love
Kindness is everything”
A penny dropped.
I am a white male, in a white and male dominated world. It’s almost like it’s the worlds “default setting” and everyone else should compare themselves and aspire to this “marker”.
Have you ever considered the make up of the word history. HIS-STORY?
This is not just about feminism. It’s that and much more. This represents the start of separation. Classification. Of accepting or endorsing the notion that one person’s life is more worthy than another’s based on something arbitrary. This is how we come to accept that the colour can also be used to determine worth. This is how we can legitimately convince ourselves that a cat should get different treatment to a cow.
I have literally experienced life as “royalty” without fully realizing it. The red carpet has been laid out for me just about all my life just because I am a white male!
Same intentions, actions in a female body or a different colour body let alone a black female body would have created different responses, experiences. No doubt. Sometimes it’s almost as if at times women are “invisible” or “don’t count” or our expectations of a woman are so low.
My thoughts and my smile immediately take me to my beautiful friend Nikki. Meet Nikki.
I bet you also didn’t imagine she is a world renowned plastic surgeon specializing in burn care. I recall her telling me a story of one of the many global conferences she was speaking at. She rolled in there being herself – she is SO amazing. One of the many male doctors and surgeons in the room attending the conference went up to her and said “sorry can I help you? You look lost? This is a conference for plastic surgeons..” Nikki just smiled and replied, “Thanks a lot sir, you are right I’m not in the right place.”
The next time that man saw Nikki she was being introduced as the guest speaker for the whole conference. She was in the wrong place all along, she was supposed to be on the podium. (Her story www.burncare.co.za)
I kept walking with these thoughts whirling around, feeling that this has to change, how did it become like this. I was hoping to end up at the Prospect Park eventually but took a wrong turn somewhere and ended with the Ronald McNair memorial and these words right in front of my eyes:
“My wish is that we would allow this planet to be the beautiful oasis that she is and allow ourselves to live more in the peace she generates”
How beautiful is this. We live on Mother Earth. Lest we forget. And we need our females and female energy to shine so bright, so unapologetically, without anyone’s permission. And for us to appreciate that we need each other more than ever. After all we cannot just carry on doing things the way they have been done, or we will keep getting what we have got.
Let’s change history. Let’s make #HERSTORY
During my teacher training there were an abnormal amount of left handers in the group. And it was over dinner one day that left handers began to share how the world is designed for right handers and they continually had to adapt to make their existence viable and possible. Intuitively this feels how it is to be a women or a person of color trying to adapt or fit in to a (white) man’s world.
Please stop adapting to the world. My wish is that the world will start to adapt to your beauty and grace. Consider this a call to action for every single lady earth warrior out there to rise up and to every man out there to make some room for women around us to rise alongside us, and beyond us and do all we can to support this!
This blog is inspired by:
I was their coach in a field hockey camp for 180 teenage girls in Philadelphia. No boys to cramp their style and try dominate. I witnessed the full expression of female energy and realized how this would have been different if there were boys around. They were uninhibited and simply breathtaking and unstoppable. And this should be no different to when boys are around. In fact, us boys should realize part of our job on this earth is to support this and enable this, and quit trying to be the macho man, leader all the time! We need each other to shine!
It was such a pleasure to be in your presence, your fierceness, your compassion, your intuition, your kindness, your love. Keep shining beautiful beings, the world needs your light!
GO YOU GOOD THINGS! And don’t forget the pretzels!
And to my JivaMukti Teacher Training Costa Rica class of 2017. Thank you all and on behalf of the men of the class (there were 14 men and 63 ladies) we are so grateful for the light you shine and the way you help us express the feminine that often lies dormant in us.
Girl power is in us all and needs to be given the space to roam freely! It’s gonna change the frikkin world ! I’m certain of it!
I salute you all! And inspired by and filled with hope after watching Neverending Story under the stars in Prospect Park, Brooklyn last night.
“At any given moment you have the power to say: This is not how the story is gonna end”
“Never give up and luck will find you”