SHErmon from Amy Ferris
A little Wednesday SHErmon for all of us humans who believe we need to shrink or cower or make ourselves small for someone else to be big or seen or visible; for those of us who allow others to take up more space thinking we’re being generous & kind when in truth we are being nice & yes, dare I say a bit fearful, for those of us who believe we are less than when in truth we are fucking epic and much more; we are so much more.
This post is for all the humans, every single one, who need to know that their lives are massive, huge, fierce as all mighty fuck.
The list of #NoMore
No more:
- Taking shit from anyone.
- Letting others cut ahead in line & in life.
- Being a doormat, a punching bag.
- Berating your life.
- Belittling your life.
- Begrudging your life.
- Bemoaning your life.
- Stepping aside, standing in the background, standing off to the side.
- Putting your glorious sexy messy life on hold.
- Selling yourself short.
- Accepting less than.
- Giving away the goods & the goodie bag.
- Letting others take what is rightfully yours.
- Believing the ‘blood is thicker than water’ bullshit.
- Believing you’re not enough.
- Carrying the burden of someone else’s shame & guilt.
- Allowing someone else’s abuse, cruelty to define you.
- Accepting crumbs.
- Living someone else’s version of the life you want to live.
- Believing all the bad awful ugly shit someone else says about you so they can feel taller and bigger and more powerful. Fuck that shit.
- Letting the bullies win.
- Living in the closet.
- Staying small.
- Staying invisible.
- Staying put.
- Staying silent.
Wearing clothes that don’t fit, shoes that are too tight, sweaters with moth eaten holes, jeans that no longer zip, tee-shirts with stains, panties that are torn and frayed, bras with underwires, boxer shorts with no elasticity, tattoos filled with hate; no more being uncomfortable in your own skin.
Believing your flaws and your fuck ups and your foibles and all your mistakes are who you are, and not how far you’ve come.
#NoMore
#OpenCarryYourLife
#FierceAsFuck
A Share from the Facebook Page of Tim Hagan
Republican: You Can’t Impeach Trump for a Crime He Does ‘All the Time.’ So re-elect a serial criminal next November? The Republican Party is now a criminal organization with a blind allegiance to a ruthless and evil bigot and racist. The Party of Trump is the Confederate Party reborn. America is facing a new Civil War and the Republicans have denied the memory of Lincoln. The future of our Democratic Republic is in grave danger. This week will determine if we still believe No One Is Above The Law.
GENEROSITY as Stated by MY Friend AMY FERRIS
One moment of generosity can change a human heart.
These days, here in America, are hard right now. Folks are suffering, folks are mortified, folks are feeling disconnected, folks are feeling the unbearable weight of anger and frustration and worry and scared to fucking death; fear running through their veins.
Folks need love, compassion, understanding, generosity, sympathy and goodness.
Let’s give what we have to all those who need a bit more; let’s not hoard kindness, let’s give that away.
Kindness is meant to be shared not owned.
Thank You Melinda Smith YOU MAKE ME FEEL H A P P Y!
https://www.facebook.com/melinda.s.bilfield/videos/10220066690122588/?t=164
Amy Ferris words about MOM
Today I get to read about my mom here at Writers Conference – thank you so much Victoria Zackheim – and I want to share with you how I came to know that I had become the woman she always wanted to be.
It was the last time I saw her. She was in an Assisted Living facility; I now refer to our last visit: Assisted Loving.
I went to spend 10 days with her. I stayed at a hotel nearby, walking distance. Our visit was hard. Some days she was feisty and difficult and irritable, and on others she was tender and frail and gentle. Some days she had no idea who I was, one others I was her Amy; some days she was filled with rage and howling noises, other days she was silent and watching cartoons – her favorite. She wore a soiled nightgown and her hair, once coiffed weekly and curled, was now full on gray and stick straight.
She had once been a beauty – a beauty queen – she was now small and shrinking into her own skin; disappearing physically and emotionally.
I spent time down at the bar at the hotel I was staying at, and went back to my room. Undressed, washed up, got into bed, called Ken and chit-chatted for a while. In the middle of the night I got up to pee. I stopped at the full length mirror, and I looked at myself – full on – naked; and I saw myself: a woman who never had kids, a woman who followed her heart even when her heart was cracked & chipped & yes, broken; a woman who was feisty and crazy-ass and yes, often testy and impatient; a woman who went for her dreams and never gave up even when it felt wholly fucking impossible, a woman who chose a creative path – writing; a woman who chose unconventional and rebellious and shaky as her foundation; and as I stood there looking at my body – a body that was slender but not tight, a body that was strong but not muscular, a body that had so many hidden scars that had turned into stardust, and I knew in that moment, in that hotel, in front of that mirror that I had become the woman my mother always wanted to be.
And in that moment, in that hotel, in front of that mirror I let go of much of the anger & much of the disappointment & much of the bitterness I held onto for so very long and replaced that with a profound appreciation that she – a woman who gave up all of her dreams of being an artist and all of her hopes of living a creative life and her desire to be unconventional – that she brought me into this world.
***Thank you Amy for these beautiful words. They reflect so much that is in my heart about my own momma!”
Sharing the Thoughts and Words of Alex Bevan
Hello Rand Paul… my name is Alex Bevan… you don’t know me… but I see what you have done…and are doing… I wish you lived next door to me… there’s a lot I would like to say to you… not in public though…. no… certainly not in public… trust me… i would not call you a piece of shit or threaten you… but… I would talk to you about the trail of political dreck you have left… certainly for your own gain.. maybe a little for your party… but not for us… the Americans who pay for your fucking mis-steps with our taxes, diminished freedoms and injured trust in the our system of government…. yeah… I wish I lived next door to you…. ….. ….
Sherapy with Sherry Amatenstein
I am so proud and excited to be introducing you to a new podcaster who will begin with us in January 2020. Her name is Sherry Amatenstein, LCSW, who is an NYC-based psychotherapist and author. Sherry will be creating SHERAPY, and you can read all about this right here on the website.
In keeping with the theme of awareness and finding the path to travel or detour in life, this nationally known psychotherapist will be sharing your stories with our listeners. Sometimes it is easier to be anonymous (faceless, nameless) when you begin to open up. I agree with Sherry; we must not be afraid of what we think our frailties are; instead, we must strengthen our inner selves to love life to the fullest.
If you have a story or want to share issues, please contact us here at newclevelandradio.net, and your information will be sent on to Sherry Amatenstein. You need not reveal any information to us other than a name and email so Sherry may connect with you.
Sherry portraits
2020 is going to be a big year for all of us at newclevelandradio.net, and you don’t need to be in Cleveland, Ohio, to become part of the big picture, your PORTRAIT!
Amy Ferris has the Words if only we would listen and live them!
There is so much I wanna say right now, but I’ll keep it short & sweet:
Do your life, do it up, do it big, do it fucking epic; do it with everything you fucking have – everything – it’s your life: love it, cherish it, treasure it, hold it dear and hold it tight, do not let it go.
Make art, create beauty, be messy – messy is so sexy.
Hold another human up, champion another human, support another human, ignite hope in another human; and do not give up on your dreams. Do not. Keep going.
Keep going.
None of us are gonna let you fall.
Have a grand day, people, live & wear your life to the nines.
Thank YOU Amy Ferris!
I woke up to a slew of comments from men who denigrated a woman who was assaulted; what vile words, what vicious and volatile comments. Just plain ugly.
I would like to remind all men out there – even the good ones, the kind ones, the generous and loving ones, even the ones who raised their children alone, the single dad’s – a little nudge this morning: we birth you, we bring you into this world; we nurture you and cradle you and coddle you; we feed you and hold you, we rock you when you’re in pain or can’t sleep; we are Mother’s Milk and Mother Earth.
Stop demeaning us, stop belittling us, stop battering us and bruising us, stop vilifying us, stop violating us, stop pushing us aside, pushing us into corners, stop slandering us, stop silencing us, stop beating us, stop assaulting us – verbally & physically.
We are mother’s and sister’s and co-worker’s and neighbors; we are wives and lovers and friends and partners.
Please, for god sake, stop hurting us.
We pushed & pushed & pushed and brought you into this world: say thank you.
D5 Creation