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Here’s the thing:
I’m not surprised at what the Pope has said.
I’ve been thinking about this all day and I keep coming back to the same thing, I am not surprised at all.
I was raised to be Roman Catholic. My stepmother had me baptized when I was seven years old so that I would conform to her faith. I didn’t mind at first. The catholic church was a big part of my life when I was younger, and I even taught Sunday school. I loved it, all of those bright eyes turning towards spirituality and hope. I loved leading the children towards what I thought of as a light in my life. That light would go out very soon.
At the time, I already knew what I was. I knew that I was gay but didn’t have the voice to speak it out loud. As far as I knew, I didn’t know anyone else like me. I had an inkling that the less said the better, but it was a young kid in one of my Sunday school classes that brought things to light for me.
I was leading them through what the new testament says about love and how God is love, etc. He raised his hand and asked me what God had to say about men that loved men, as his uncle lived with a man and the kid was trying to figure out if this was a bad thing to do or not.
I had read the new testament through three time at this point (I was big into my faith remember) and told the child confidently that the new testament says nothing about men lying with men. The child went home happy but a few days later one of the priests told me that he wanted a word with me. I happily went into his office and when he closed the door, I saw how angry he was.
They had received a phone call from a child’s mother about a Sunday school class I had given, telling the child that there was nothing in the new testament about homosexuality. He looked uncomfortable. He said that just because there’s nothing really said about homosexuals in the bible doesn’t mean it’s not wrong.
I looked at him, stunned. I was being told that what I was, what I knew I was without a shadow of a doubt, was wrong. It was bad enough that I was already in the closet at the time and had a girlfriend. My family at the time was very set against homosexuality of any kind, my father in particular. I had looked at the church as a saving grace. As far as I understood it, God is love. It appeared that I was wrong.
I felt cheated somehow, as if this God was supposed to love me chose not to love me because I was gay. Over the years, I’ve come to realize that people will use any way they can to justify their own thoughts and agendas, whether it be religion, media, music or what have you. I realized that it had nothing to do with me, but everything to do with them.
As a former catholic, I can’t say that I’m surprised at what the Pope has said. In fact, I would have been shocked if it had been anything else but that. However, I want him to look on every gay union and tell me why they do not deserve a blessing from the church, should they want one. What makes the love of any GLBTQIA+ undeserving of such a blessing? What is it that makes such a union illicit and sinful? I’d really like to know. Since the new testament doesn’t say anything about homosexuality, I’d really like to understand where the hate comes from. What is it that makes my marriage to my beautiful husband sinful? What makes it illicit?
In the end, I know that this doesn’t really affect me, but it has always perplexed me. I thought God was love, not hate. I thought God was acceptance of all, not only of some. While I’m not surprised in what the Pope has said, I am disappointed.
I’ve been thinking about this all day. It took me so long to become comfortable with who I was and the gifts that I had to offer, regardless of what was considered right or what society at large thought of me. I hate that every act of love I show my husband, even something as simple as holding his hand, is seen as an act of protest. I don’t believe in hate based solely on my sexuality. I hated myself for too long because of it.
In the end what it boils down to is that God is supposed to be love and light. Well, if God can’t be love and light, I’ll just have to sparkle all the brighter.
I am finding it difficult to walk.
There is a weight that pulls at me;
it slows my every step
and I am surprised by the pain
that I’m experiencing,
as if shards of glass are caught in my skin.
Tired of moving forward
at such a slow pace,
I look back at where I’ve come from
and I can see the path that I’ve walked on
but there is something else behind me
other than my footsteps.
There are chains that stretch from me
and they fill the path like snakes,
shining in the sunlight.
I try to pull one chain towards me
but it seems to stretch on forever.
There is no end the it and I wonder
how long I’ve been carrying them.
I keep trying to pull the chain towards me,
their weight heavy and dull,
hoping that I will find an ending,
but there are so many links and the chains are so long.
Soon, the chains form a wall around me
and there is an overwhelming panic that fills my skin
along with the shards of glass.
I keep pulling them towards me,
sweat breaking out on my brow,
when a voice stops me.
“Now why would you do that?”
I turn and see a woman.
She stands in front of me and I wonder
how long she has been there.
“I am trying to find out what’s at the end of them.”
I tell her.
She offers me a kind smile.
“If you did find out, would it change anything?”
I shake my head.
“I don’t know. But I have to do something.”
She extends a hand and her skin
is covered in the stars themselves.
I can see galaxies and moon
Intermingling with the stars
twinkle like fireflies.
“You can choose to let them go.”
She says.
I feel a moment of panic.
“But I’ve forged these links, one by one.”
I tell her.
“Why would I want to let go of something that I’ve created? These are my memories.”
She looks sad for a moment.
I know that she is trying
to find the right words.
When she speaks,
her voice is gentle and sincere.
“These aren’t your creations. These chains were made when you experienced pain or torment.”
I look at the mass of chains in front of me,
remembered how they sneaked back along the sand,
almost as if they had carved the path I’m on.
I take in the kindness in her eyes and take a deep breath,
the length of the chains worrisome.
“But I’ve dealt with all of this.”
I tell her.
“I’ve let this all go. How can I still be carrying this?”
She reaches out and places a hand on my own.
I watch as a comet shoots from her hand to mine.
“Sometimes, trauma leaves traces that we don’t see.”
I look at the chains and feel overwhelmed.
A panic is rising in me and it clouds my vision for a moment
until she places a hand on my own again.
I watch as a shower of stars fall onto my skin from hers
and I feel calmer already.
“You can choose to let go.”
She tells me.
Reaching out with a gentle hand,
she gently unhooks one of the chains,
letting it fall to the ground.
I follow suit and unhook another chain.
Soon, the ground it littered with chains,
the metal gleaming brightly under the hot sun.
I look down at my chest.
There is still a small chain or two there.
I wonder if they will grow longer once more.
She notices me looking at the chains that remain.
“Those will fall away in time. Learn what you can from the pain and let them go.”
I nod, her words ringing softly in my head.
“So what happens now?”
I ask her, unsure of what to do.
“That’s simple. You walk forwards one step at a time.”
I do so and while I feel a moment of fear,
what I really feel is the light of hope
as I leave the chains behind.
Along my skin,
the stars and the comet
sine.
On March 3rd, 2019, Little Yellow Magnet was published and sent out into the world. It’s the most difficult book that I’ve ever written. Thus, it’s also the one that I’m most proud of.
In 2018 I sat down to write a little book on positivity. People were always asking me how I stayed so positive living with Multiple Sclerosis and Cerebral Palsy. Being a writer, I thought I would write a book on positivity and positive thinking that would hopefully help others.
I called it Mastering Self, see what I did there? I thought to link the title to MS in some way as the MS had truly taught me what I was capable of. The only problem? I got to page twenty-nine before I realized that it wasn’t working.
By focusing on only the positive elements of my experiences with Multiple Sclerosis, I was ignoring all the work that I had done on myself and ignoring everything that I had been through. Just focusing on the positive wasn’t working. It was like the Coles Notes version of my life.
I had learned a lot from the dark. I learned what I’m capable of and how to sparkle as brightly as the stars. In the darkness, I could finally see how brightly I shone. I had been through so much to get to where I was that I knew that I had to write everything, every moment, not just the happy ones.
When I started writing Little Yellow Magnet, really started, it felt like I was coming home to myself in a way. Someone asked me during the writing of it why I felt I had to write the book. I said that it wasn’t so much that I felt I had to. I was compelled to write it. It was my hope that if Little Yellow Magnet helped just one person, then my book had fulfilled its purpose.
It was so wonderful to let everything out, too. During the writing of Little Yellow Magnet, I realised how much I had been holding on to, how much I still hadn’t let go of. The memoir was a cathartic adventure through my life and I could finally see how very high I had been able to climb.
To celebrate Little Yellow Magnet’s second Birthday, I have two gifts for you.
The first one is that you can read Little Yellow Magnet for free. From March 4th to March 8th, you can download the ebook of Little Yellow Magnet from Amazon. If you read it, all I ask is that you review it on Amazon, or anywhere else you like to post book reviews. You can download it here:
The second gift that I have for you is that you can also read the original seed for Little Yellow Magnet: Mastering Self. It contains all twenty-nine pages of the original attempt at what became Little Yellow Magnet. I like how you can see what the memoir would become, even within those twenty-nine pages. It’s like a companion to the memoir, the seed that grew into full bloom.
I hope you enjoy it and that it inspires you to read Little Yellow Magnet so you can find what happened. You can download it here free. It’s in PDF format and free to read.
Little Yellow Magnet is available in ebook, paperback and audiobook. Whichever way you read it, I hope that the story takes you on an adventure.
Everyone with Little Yellow Magnet a very Happy Birthday!
Even now,
you have the power
to leave me breathless.
You are always able to see me
as I truly am and you love me,
even when I cannot.
You love the parts of me
that I hide in shadow
and you pull them out into the light
so that I can see myself completely.
You have taught me a language
that doesn’t need words
that I share only with you.
Just as you see all of me,
I see all of you and love you completely.
When I look at you,
I can see only light.
You have no idea
how the light of your love
has changed my life
and made it better.
My love for you deepens
with each passing day,
and every passing minute.
Throughout the journey
that we’ve been on,
we’ve done it together,
always walking beside one another,
supporting each other.
Every day with you is a gift
and all the moments in between,
the waking and sleeping
that links all those days together.
When I close my eyes,
I can see both of our hearts
beating as one.
There is a light that comes from them
and I can see that light
every time I look at you.