We're all on this journey, just at different pit stops
A beautiful thing about this journey of life is that we all can experience it differently. How sweet it is when we're blessed to join with that perfect 'other' to walk this path with us. I think it's safe to assume that we all have a 'type'. We've all had a checklist at some point of what we will or won't 'do'; but does your do's and don'ts list extend past the physical of a person. Should a person's appearance, style, or lack thereof determine whether they are worthy of being loved...by you? I shared an article on FB today highlighting how black women are embracing their naturalness again while weaves, perms, and wigs are getting played out. A brother commented that a sister with a weave, in his book, was finished before the conversation even started. This made me wonder, how often do we miss out on love, real love, by being blind to a person's inner beauty. Do men and women in the 'conscious' community fall victim, just as easily, to the "blacker than thou" mentality?
The relentless attack on our INNERracial relationships and mental pictures of beauty may be causing an even greater division among us. Can we get so 'enlightened' that we begin to focus more on the trappings of 'enlightenment' than the brightness of the Light? Yep! How many 'natural' women do you see giving the side-eye to relaxed sistas? Or comparing hair length, texture, etc.? How often do you stumble upon a convo betwixt 'conscious brothas' that sounds more like a War of the Egos than a reasoning session amongst men? We've all slipped from time to time into 'blacker than thou' mode but should that thought process drive our search for a partner?
My husband can verify, I was NOT who I am now when we met. I wore short shorts and 'freakum' dresses. I was a glamorous, 'long hair, don't care', MAC made up, party girl. I grew during our friendship to a hippie-chic, big fro, ripped jeans, stoner. By the time we made it to courtship I had ditched pants all together, loc'd up, and ever wore a head wrap. Now we're married and I'm still growing and refining. It took his patient understanding of my journey and his to help me realize how beautiful I could be. Had he rejected me at first sight strictly based on my place on the path at that point, we both would have missed out on the love of a lifetime.
So I ask, again, should a person's outside distract us from delving deeper into their inside? Does 'consciousness' not call for an awareness and understanding of the mentality that leads to weaves and relaxers? Are we not obligated to remind each other of the love, peace and beauty that we are created to be? Or are we going to remain at war with each other, albeit consciously?
~Life&Liberation
My husband can verify, I was NOT who I am now when we met. I wore short shorts and 'freakum' dresses. I was a glamorous, 'long hair, don't care', MAC made up, party girl. I grew during our friendship to a hippie-chic, big fro, ripped jeans, stoner. By the time we made it to courtship I had ditched pants all together, loc'd up, and ever wore a head wrap. Now we're married and I'm still growing and refining. It took his patient understanding of my journey and his to help me realize how beautiful I could be. Had he rejected me at first sight strictly based on my place on the path at that point, we both would have missed out on the love of a lifetime.
So I ask, again, should a person's outside distract us from delving deeper into their inside? Does 'consciousness' not call for an awareness and understanding of the mentality that leads to weaves and relaxers? Are we not obligated to remind each other of the love, peace and beauty that we are created to be? Or are we going to remain at war with each other, albeit consciously?
~Life&Liberation
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