Ready for This Kind of Love

I remember being at the movie theater watching this scene play out on the screen as if it was yesterday.  I underestimated the power of Tyler Perry’s writing abilities when this, “Diary of a Mad Black Woman”, his first movie, came to the screen.  I had heard of people talking about his plays for ages but dismissed them because they always had too much going on at one time – gospel, comedy and drama all rolled into one.  However, fate did intervene when I went to visit The First Love of My Life one weekend and we decided to go see this movie together.  When this scene ended, I had tears in my eyes because the sentiments Shemar Moore expressed went straight to my heart and truly touched me.  However, the more I tried to wipe the tears, the more I realized the source of those tears – I was sitting next to the one man I had loved the longest (over ten years at that point) and had just heard the words and sentiments expressed onscreen that I had yearned (for over ten years probably) to hear from him which would never be forthcoming.  Soon my silent tears turned into weeping.  The more I tried to control and contain it, the more they issued forth.  Soon, I just went with it and sobbed until all of the emotion that sprang forth had run its course.  It was on his shoulder that I cried, wept and sobbed.

Recently, I’ve met people who have shared tidbits about their relationships.  There was a woman who moved to a small town from Miami over forty years ago for love.  She and her husband are still together in the small town and obviously still in love.  There was another woman whose husband always buys her clothes (without her) and gets the size right.  However, when she goes to buy clothes for herself and tries them on, she can never get her own size quite right.  There was another couple where the wife explained that her husband does all the cooking, buys her clothes and purses and even brings her freshly ground and brewed coffee each morning.  All of these women were very happily involved in stable relationships with men who obviously cherished them.*

I want THAT.  I don’t need freshly ground and brewed coffee brought to me each day or even clothing or gifts purchased.  For me, the biggest way to demonstrate that I am loved and cared for and cherished is to show up in the relationship as consistently and as honestly as possible.  It is as simple and as complicated as that.

However, it’s not just that I want someone who will cherish me – that would be rather lopsided.  I want someone who I, in turn, will cherish as well.  It is so easy to say that I want to be loved and cherished and understood and cared for.  Yet, it is vitally important to me to be able to love, to cherish, to understand and to care for someone and to express those emotions without fear of him running for the hills, or worse, sticking around to take advantage of my feelings (barrier to overcome, I know).

At the end of the day, the beginning of the day and every point in between, I am ready for a steady and consistent love that I both receive and give.

* 

The heavily material nature of the conversations is based on the conversations taking place in a department store…

I Am Ready for Love.?!

For the past couple of weeks, my thoughts have centered on having a relationship again.  I’ve passed by a scenic shoreline and thought how nice it would be to walk along the beach with the one I love.  I’ve seen a beautiful sunny day where I thought to myself it would be nice to explore the city by bicycle with the one I love.  The theme song for these musings has been my favorite India.Arie song “I Am Ready for Love.”  In the post title, I have the phrase listed with different punctuation because, at times, it has been an internal affirmation, “I am ready for love.”  Other times, it has been a hesitant affirmation, “I am ready for love?”  In the most intense times, it has been an exclamation born of exasperated impatience, “I am ready for love!”  Despite the differing approaches to the statement, in the end, I am ready for love. 

In recent years, each relationship has provided phenomenal (yet painful) personal development.  I am far enough along in this personal development to know that I have amazing barriers to overcome in order to be a party to a successful relationship.  Each time a relationship opportunity presents itself, I feel as if I’m at the three-point line needing to make the game-winning shot for the final championship game.  And I miss.  Yet, in the failure of making that shot, I am able to more clearly see the barriers which need shedding and hopefully refine my approach to relationships.  I would like to think that with so many lessons behind me, I am truly now ready for the game-winning shot at love ahead…

Validation

This is a short film that illustrates the positive ripple effect that an individual has on those with whom he comes in contact.  Niiiiiiiice.  Smile.

The Case for Dignity

Valentine’s Day was last month and I thought about a coupla few things to write about love.  None of those things was written because the sheer magnitude of the angles that I could have taken was overwhelming.  I could have written about personal hopes, personal disappointments, universal hopes and disappointments, random observations (like the skywriter who wrote love messages in the New Orleans sky) – basically, any random assortment of things ran swiftly through my mind.

However, one thing did catch my attention and that was the One Billion Rising campaign where women (and men) participated in events around the world to bring awareness to violence against women by taking to public spaces to dance.  This is probably an overly simplified definition but for more accurate information from the organization’s “mouth” click here.

Still, I chose not to write about that either (except for the previous paragraph).  What I would like to take time to write about is the case for human dignity and the ways in which society, whether it is a single individual; groups of people; or institutions, deny human dignity.  Misogyny, racism, homophobia, religious persecution and all manner of other societal ills center on a common willingness to deny the innate human dignity with which each person is born.

Cobbled together definition
One of the simplest and best definitions that I saw for dignity was some unlinkable answer for the definition from Google: “The state or quality of being worthy of honor or respect.”  There were other definitions as well but those seemed to be based on societal qualifiers such as achievements or heritages that elevate the amount of dignity a person can expect.  Yet, I will stick with this definition as a baseline and go forth from here.  However, I will expand my concept of dignity to say that it should be accorded starting from birth and carried forward throughout life.  Dignity should not be something for which you become eligible at a prescribed point in time like driving or voting.

Accorded dignity
Accorded dignity.  Dignity in action.  Dignity in action is similar to the act of breathing; it is a background function that happens.  It is the behavior of people towards themselves or another when their actions presume honor and respect is deserved. Dignity in action can be as simple as someone acknowledging your smile with a smile in return or it can be the ability for one to hold his or her head up after a personal setback.  It can be as complex as creating an atmosphere in which someone can feel comfortable without fear of judgment or retribution.  Because it is such a background function, dignity is not really highlighted until there is a problem – dignity denied.

Denied dignity
Denied dignity is the area mostly in which discussions surrounding dignity take place.  Those moments where, as a witness, you feel some degree of discomfort with the displayed behavior towards another.  That “gut feeling” that the social dynamic is wrong.  At times, it can be perceived as injustice, other times simply mean behavior.  It is what transpires when someone acts without the presumption that honor and respect is deserved.  Denied dignity, often perpetrated by others, can be self-perpetuated as well.  A person who repeatedly accepts bad treatment from others without attempting to change the situation or who, by their own actions, abuses themselves deny themselves honor and respect.  I have countless experiences that I can recount where I feel that my dignity had been denied.  However, more telling are the experiences that I am honest enough to acknowledge where I have denied dignity to myself or someone else. 

Dehumanization
The reason that people’s willingness to deny the dignity of others concerns me is the ultimate denial of another – dehumanization.  The myriad (and sometimes innocuous) ways in which dignity is denied to others, if repeated in a concerted manner, can lead to dehumanization.   If someone or a group of people is consistently viewed as not deserving honor or respect, over time they may not be viewed as deserving the more humanizing emotions such as understanding, compassion, sympathy or empathy. 

There is a diversity of people in the world who differ by all types of social constructs – religion, race, gender, sexuality, nationality, education, income and the list goes on and on.  Yet, at the core of each individual’s existence is his or her universal, innate humanity.  In dealing with others, I try to focus more on the commonalities more so than the differences.  Dignity and humanity are where I strive to focus, because, after that, the myriad differences are just that – differences. 

Bridge differences with dignity and humanity.  Try love.  The world needs it.

Books: To Be Continued

Obviously it’s no longer Black History Month.  Not so obvious, I didn’t plan to mention only three books during Black History Month.  The books will be continued during March now that I have the mental bandwidth with which to devote to this endeavor.  I only have a couple more on my list.  Stay tuned…

Favorite Flamenco Song Evah: Jesse Cook’s Rain

I was having a conversation earlier with a guitar player and mentioned my favoritest guitar (specifically flamenco guitar) performance – Rain by Jesse Cook.  I’ve posted this video in the past and want to post it again because it is my favoritest flamenco guitar performance evah.  The song inspires/inspired an immensely passionate feeling when I first heard it and each time thereafter.  The funny thing is I was at a total loss for the title of the song and the name of the artist when we were having the discussion.  Sometimes even I can be at a loss for words.  With no further delay here is Jesse Cook and Rain (again!).