Sunday, July 3, 2016


What is a Baha'i marriage? I thought I knew, but today, after speaking with our Secretary on the Local Spiritual Assembly, I discovered it was so much more than what I had envisioned!

I am a Baha'i. My husband is a Baha'i. Yet, we did not realize until today that we do not have a "Baha'i marriage" in the technical sense. Oh yes, we are married, and yes, our parents all approved, and we are both Baha'is, but we found out that we can get the consent of our parents in writing and still have yet another ceremony where, specifically, the Baha'i vows are taken.

What this marriage ceremony looks like can vary from culture to culture (ceremonial practices, dress, dance, music, food and drink, prayers and readings, traditions (if any), some modern vows mixed in, etc.). Again, it is the vows and how it occurs that make it a Baha'i marriage.

Baha'i vows are simple... both parties say, "We will all, verily, abide by the Will of God." Two witnesses are present to observe this union that promotes love, devotion, fidelity, and especially obedience to God, together. It is meant to be an everlasting union, between two people, in the highest possible way--in spirit.

The Baha'i faith does not have clergy, but the marriage is made legal and binding under the laws of the land (marriage license, ceremony, witnesses, so that all the religious and civil requirements are met).

Another thing I learned today about the Baha'i marriage is that not all "Baha'i marriages" (as per what is mentioned above) consist of both partners being Baha'is. Some are "mixed" marriages, religion-wise. Also, some people get married legally and then may later (even decades later) get married again to renew vows or to be married officially as a Baha'i marriage. Some start out with a Baha'i marriage. Consent in writing is required by all parents (who are still alive), even when the couple may have already been married, although since they are already married this is usually a simple step.

So there it is. Baha'i marriages are very simple to perform, but the consent of the parents in the family is meant to bring families closer together, and so there is full understanding and no contention between family members as the couple moves forward in the marriage. It is to promote harmony and love and support, rather than dissension.

Baha'i marriages are meant and designed to last.

I would love to have a Baha'i marriage...

Monday, June 20, 2016


In the future...
In the future our world will look very different. Things will change. People will change first, and therefore governing bodies will change. Laws will be adopted and structural violence will not be tolerated. Global society and global citizenship will be the norm. Love will replace fear, and differences between people will be celebrated instead of being a source of contention. Unity in diversity and unity between religions will be the standard. A common spiritual acceptance will be the goal of every heart, and healing and growth of individuals will be the focus. Sicknesses will still occur but medical science will advance to the point where even aging will slow, and people will live in tune with nature rather than against it. Everyone will have basic needs taken care of as a human right... clean unadulterated water, a basic income to subsist on, a basic net positive green home, low-cost non-profit universal health care, real organic food grown locally that is GMO-free and where companies like Monsanto no longer exist. The disparities between the super rich and the poor will be overcome and not allowed. Utility companies will be non-profit and small-scale energy production will join a network of free and abundant energy so no monopolies will exist. No one will own land or the earth, but will share in its care as the greater goal. Travel without energy-consuming and polluting vehicles will be commonplace, and trips to other cities, countries, and even planets via walk-through portals will be everywhere. Learning and higher education will be free and ignorance will be eradicated, producing a society of learned people as a whole who take the time working to improve the arts and sciences equally towards the same ends. All languages will still be spoken, but one auxiliary language will unite the world in communication and goal setting. All peoples and cultures will have concensus for global peace, and they will rise together and quash any small group or people who try to interfere or bring war or injury. There will only be one currency and it will barely be needed, and mostly resource-based. There will only be one governmental ruling body that unites all countries and laws and the people will be its rulers together. The world of the future is unified and bright and full of inspiration and hope and promise. It will happen not because of fears, but because of love for humanity and a higher purpose being recognized and all life being honored. This change will only happen without because it first happens within. The change comes from within people first, and the rest follows. Until that day, individually or collectively, the changes we see in the world are hard pressed in coming. People are still attached to hate and fear, and are afraid of that future, or their neighbors, or other religions, or sexual orientation, or even this vision of a more perfect future. Those people will not live to see that future, for they choose the present state that is around them now, and are attached to it. But once let go, with love, kindness, compassion, justice, peace, and visions of that future world becoming all-embracing, then it will fruit and be accomplished. The change starts now. It starts with what we strive for and dare to believe in. It starts within. It starts with us.

Monday, June 6, 2016


I learned a long time ago that talking calmly and knowing ahead what you want to say to someone in an important conversation is the KEY to having success. I discussed the topic of porn addiction with someone in this manner yesterday and there was an admitted problem, and they agreed that it was an obsession and that they planned to stop. It was an amazing breakthrough and went so smoothly. No fighting, nor blaming or arguing. Just an adult conversation that I guided.

Today I heard about an opposite occurrence that happened. A lady I know had gone out with the husband and mother-in-law for dinner the night before at a pub, for a beer and hamburger. She wore jeans, slip on shoes, and a nice blouse. The next morning her husband yelled at her for being a "slob" because she wore jeans, which "wasn't professional" (realize they were going to a pub, not a business meeting). He was demeaning and had never said anything the evening before, when it actually happened. He was mad at her for something else the next morning and then blew up with blaming and criticizing. This is NOT how to handle discussions about any topic, whether negligible or important.

Intentional discussions are:
kept in a low even tone
direct but not demeaning
without name calling
handled at the proper time
kept to the topic
firm but kind
planned ahead (agree on a time for the discussion beforehand)
no blaming allowed

Seek help if you are in a situation where you cannot seem to have an adult conversation with someone in this manner. It takes practice, and it has to be intentional. Remember the Bible verse, "A kindly tongue turneth away wrath."

Sunday, May 29, 2016


Nothing had changed her joy in him.
Nothing had altered that depth of love.
Only her own choice to listen to the message, given again and again.
"I made a mistake."
"I made a mistake."
So she stopped holding the thread that bound her heart.
Her foot stepped once, into her future.
There the wilde approaches.
No expectation replaces disappointment.
No desire consumes all sadness, radiating a new joy and endless love.
All but him.
She was his mistake.
But nevermore.

Saturday, May 28, 2016


It's never going to be the same, is it?

Your distance, because I let loose on you with harsh words that hurt, are obvious.

It is the same for me, accumulated over time. Years of blame, threats, and abandoning me and pushing me away finally sunk in.

I broke. Cracked by a small trigger. Something as insignificant as a question mark after the word sex. Didn't you know if you wanted to? Perhaps not... maybe it was yet another attempt to show me that I am not your priority or desire.
Maybe it was miscommunication.
Maybe it was my insecurities.

Maybe it was coming no matter the trigger.

My desire for you was always inescapable for me. Except this one time.

Like a dam holding back all the inner conflicts and negative thoughts, then bursting forth from my soul's cavities, spilling out their mycelial contents from the secret places never before seen, deep in the earth of my heart. As if having tentacles with a life of their own. Communicating things your ears could never hear.

The brash and biting sting of the Scorpio rising, the flooding emotions of the Pisces moon, the lost desires of the Cancer sun, culminating in one fell swoop, articulating it's judgments against your weaknesses. Weaknesses made obvious and glaring. Putting you down as I have been put down. Demeaned and controlled the way I was.

Pure retaliation, the defensive stance of a broken heart, which had given up and given in just a few weeks before. When skipping going to national meant I'd been duped by your threats to leave me... yet again.

I finally agreed and said you could leave, but that I was not leaving. But by then I actually wanted to. Now I would give you a reason to. You would see truth, from my eyes. Deep, hurtful and hateful words that you deserved. Words so true they are physically painful.

Oh yes, you deserved it... so many times. But I had held back too long, thinking it was over when it wasn't. Being told you wanted to work on our marriage when you didn't.

I broke. It was my heart split in two, bleeding out and drowning. The knife of your intentions scraping out every last bit of love and martyrdom that my soul could muster.

I hurt you back. You needed it, because I said so. Because it felt good to show you what it felt like.

This inclination is normally kept in check. Except that one time.

This time. When I let loose on you, out of the blue, as you had to me so many times. Treating me like a child, as your mother treats you. Like mother, like son. Like husband.

Blame me for it, as always. Threaten to not pick me up when I return. Abandon me again, will you?

This time it was on purpose. I meant every word.

Has it driven a wedge between us?
Your actions, especially the last year, were the wedge. My response became the hammer driving it in deeper... deeper... so deep that it would leave my heart and enter yours.

I will give in to dissolve this marriage as you have dissolved my love. I no longer have reason to keep trying.

My loyalty gave up.
My trust obliterated, gone.
My love diminished like a puddle drying up in the hot Texas desert, with deep mud cracks replacing desire.
My solid hope turned into a thin veil of haze, dissipating like fog burning off in the sun at noonday.

There is nothing left of me for you. I lie, but it sounds good when it hurts beyond the pain threshold.

But know this... by the time I broke, it was already too late anyway.

All that is left is a glimmer of a dream on the horizon, a weak call of a distant bird making its nest. Butterflies and moths and dragonflies fluttering about, being guides for the tipi-like structure of my soul, and as friends that pollenate the flowers of my perennial food forest. This is to be my life now. All these networks replacing the void you created and left behind.

It's not that my loyalty ever changed, or that my love faded. It's that it was used and abused so that it was ruined, like vinegar poured into milk, making it curdle. A very real chemical change.

What was once fresh was now made sour and lumpy.

So off to new recipes where sourdough is needed, and outcast weeds like me become a boon of nourishment, and recycled and natural resources abound. Where people help people, and shared vision becomes a reality. Where my person is more important than a slammed car door.

You are not in that scene, except as an aside. A friend at most, with only a few benefits if played well.

But never, never ever will I marry another again. Because I promised you would be my last, and I alone cannot make that happen. My efforts have now waned.

I am ruined for that life, which I must leave behind. Not by my choice, but by yours. I merely responded so as to give you the opportunity to be happy... without me. Because as you said, you hate me.

Change is never easy. Now you have been given a reason. Now you can go, because the thread I was holding together has broken.

This is your moment. The one you've been waiting and yearning for.

You didn't want the romance or love, or a lifetime partner. Why the fuck did you ask me to marry you and ruin my life? My hopes, my dreams? Did you not see you were in them? I wasn't in yours, evidently.

You want to be single, so you can date other women and be with more than one at once. As if your fantasies are greater than the reality of a loving and devoted wife.

You threw me away for the last time. I've stepped into the garbage can and saved you a step.

So be it.

Monday, May 9, 2016


I am so torn... torn between staying and leaving.
I want to stay, because I love him, tremendously. Deeply.

I want to leave because the feeling is not mutual. There is a lack of equality, respect, support, and love.

I am hurting, but if I say so, I am whining and negative.

I made a vow never to leave him, yet he pushes me away and asks me to leave. He doesn't leave, he says, because he pays the rent and is on the lease.

What happens when I am the leaseholder?
When I call the shots.

Will he go then? I know he loves me. Every time there's a battle, once it is over he snuggles and holds me close. I know he wants to stay, and wants me with him. It shows in so many ways.

Yet he pushes me away, when those moods hit.

I want to stay, but am torn...
I want to leave, but am torn...

I promised him and myself I would never give up on him. If I do I fail.
This is my dilemma... the rules I have set for myself.
Anyone can go through anything and come out shining, if we so choose.
That is the strength I pull from, the excuse I make to keep going when it might be wiser to let go.

This is the difficult decision... to break my vow and leave.
This is tearing me apart.

So maybe it is just easiest to make up the lack...

Support myself, love myself, respect and love him.
If he chooses to leave, then I am off the hook.

Don't rely on him, do not be dependent on him, do not suffer his whims against me.
Be my own person, happy with or without him.

Let him go emotionally before he even leaves.
Yet stay, and not leave physically.

Is this still leaving? Is this abandonment? Is this breaking my vow in a different way?

So many questions... so many complicated answers...

It should be easier than this.

Detach, detach, detach...

I am so torn...


People who put down others for their race, how they drive or work or do things, pick on their genetic background, or their belongings that are associated with a certain nation (such as a flag), are prejudiced. Flat out. I have no interest in being near prejudiced people. I will choose friends from all walks of life any day before I will choose to hang with a monochromatic bigot.

We are all one race, the human race, and our differences in language or accent or nationality are differences to be celebrated. Unity in diversity! We should love one another... even those who openly (or secretly) hate others... that is the challenge now, isn't it.