A wonderful reminder to listen to our dreams, believe in ourselves and in others.🙏🏽
19-year-old Isabella Springmuhl, a fashion designer with down syndrome is giving her contemporaries a run for their money. Her fabulous line of colourful designs will brighten your day and give you all the inspiration you need
Designing clothes, designing life.
Rejected from pursuing designing in University due to Down syndrome, her unwavering courage and determination towards her passion earned this Guatemalan designer a place in the BBC 100 Women list of 100 most influential and inspiring women of 2016.
She has turned the fashion school ‘no’ into a big ‘yes’ and how! Her optimism and strong belief are reflected in her vibrant clothes inspired from traditional Guatemalan textiles.
“Everything around me, colours, flowers, birds inspires me. I am a happy person, I want everyone to wear something that makes them feel happy”
She has turned the fashion school ‘no’ into a big ‘yes’ and how! Her optimism and strong belief…
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I’ve been reading blogs and their comments. My head and heart are swimming in thoughts and feelings. Those who write that g_d is exactly this or that, or “don’t you know that scripture says THIS?! drive me straight up the wall, and yet I know (for the most part) that it does no good to argue. Just as bad are the Atheists who belittle those with faith in an unseen deity.
But that’s not really what I have on my mind. Today’s world and the hate that seeps out of those who think they are doing the right thing…… well, the hate does more than seep lately. It’s a dam in California breaking over the lives of many. It’s a tornado ramming though San Antonio leaving a wake of crumbled homes, lost lives and more. Do I think that g_d is doing this? No. If I believe in g_d and most days I do, she is in the people who come and comfort, the people who offer their churches and homes as sanctuary to those who fear persecution and mistreatment by 45’s henchmen, the new Nazi in our country. I do wonder what ICE employees, new and old are feeling in their heart of hearts. Are their hearts open and hurting, or are they calloused, sealed over with a layer of blisters and thick layers of scales that allow nothing to seep… in or out.
Earlier this week I read of a young woman from El Salvador who is undocumented. She went before a judge asking for asylum, giving the reason as fear of death from a gang related relative. She was turned down and taken into custody, where she later was found to have a brain tumor. Admitted to a local hospital, she was refused access to a chaplain, her family and legal resources, due to rules and regulations that in another situation most likely would have been bent in order to meet the needs of a young woman who may be dying.
Correct me if I’m wrong, but is the USA not a country that supports the human rights of all people, all over the world? For the most part anyway? Do we not send troops to help families who are being persecuted in third world countries? Why is it suddenly alright to drag a mother away from her children, deny spiritual and legal care from an acutely ill woman, simply (and yes I said simply) because they have not fulfilled a legal requirement?
I do agree that we need a better immigration system in our country. A totally new system, perhaps. To deny others basic human rights is simply wrong, and in fact evil. Match that picture with the election of a known philanderer, probably racist, one who belittles disabled people, who is more concerned with his own success than ANYTHING else (note: his response to anti-semitism in our country, most recently the desecration of a St. Louis area Jewish cemetery, with a gleeful description of his electoral college win.)
Our country’s humanity is at stake. People like me, the ones who feel deeply and are almost immobilized by our fears and disgust, wonder what to do. I know pastors, one from Romania and another from South Africa who talked of revolution where running in the street like a blind man in traffic was what had to be done. I wonder… I certainly don’t want bloodshed or any kind of violence.
When do we stand up and say, loudly and as many times as needed that our children’s lives, education and more are at stake? That our transgender children, brothers and sisters are people too? Public education being tossed by those who have no reason to care?
Thom Tillis (NC), Ron Johnson (WI), and many, many others are apparently ignoring invitations to town hall meetings, sending responses to constituents that read as aristocrats speaking to peons. I am hopeful that in upcoming elections our states will see an influx of leaders who actually CARE about the people in their communities.
No matter your faith, or lack thereof, no matter your official political ties or beliefs, it is my desperate hope that we can work together for the salvation of the United States of America. While I do mean salvation, I am not talking religion, but the ability to humanely care for one another, listening and offering respect. As one who empathizes more than acts, I’m read to change. I’m ready to do what is needed.
Writing is healing… if I can let myself simply write. Lately I’m caught between avoiding the news for my own mental health and then returning so I may be a responsible citizen. It’s painful.
This is not to say that I am without hope. We will prevail and we sure are resisting and persisting! My words sound lame to me. There is only so much TV news I can take and yet I am renewed by the writings and words of others, especially those who delineate ways to resist while taking care of myself.
One way I take care of myself is by crocheting and knitting. Yes, that’s one way, just two different stitch methods. I am able to make something, whether it is a pussy hat for a friend in Madison, Wisconsin, or hats for my grandkids. Leta is 2 1/2 months old and growing so fast! For Sam, a crocheted stocking cap with one for his best friend as well. That way he might actually wear it!
I am covered though with a pervasive sadness. Sad for the world, sad for refugees and plenty angry at the man who isn’t my president. I do wonder though, if this is what had to happen before things will get better. I get some comfort thinking that this may be where we have to be, as in hit rock bottom before we can get whole again? That said, I also get very confused!
Bear with me as I write. I hope to make more sense soon.
Source: a little about me
Today is today, tomorrow will be tomorrow. Life goes on, good and bad, safe and dangerous, and fair and unfair.
Currently I am in a good place, with a new sense of confidence and ability to do what I am meant to. On the other side of that good place I am angry and dismayed.
Today is a sunny and gorgeous autumn day in Western North Carolina. A day for hiking mountain paths, mowing the yard for the last or almost next time this year or for a fall cleaning blitz. For me those activities mean that all is right with the world. And in my little world all is good. Today anyway.
And yet, all is not right in the world. In Charlotte and Atlanta there are marches and protests. Another black life has been snuffed. More than one, with ________ in Tulsa. There is question as to why there are less and less efforts to deescalate these situations instead of shooting to kill. I remember times when a suspect would be talked down or at worst, shot in the leg. That seems to be no more.
I’ve been reading and commenting upon Jim Wallis’ (Sojourner magazine) blog on this topic: https://sojo.net/articles/truth-talks-conversations-we-need-have#comment-2915117591
The ravine between white men who deny the existence of white privilege and those who work to convince them that it exists, is deep and wide. (And yes, women deny white privilege as well, but not as vociferously.) Why is it that some will cry out about their 2nd Amendment right to bear arms at seemingly all costs, while chastising those who kneel in silence during the national anthem or march in protest of unequal treatment of black Americans in our cities? The right to protest is an Amendment to forget?
It’s much easier to see the biases and faults of others than it is to see our own. I definitely get that. Those who responded to my words of response on Jim Wallis’ blog, those who say white privilege does not exist, were ready to explain or defend the police action in Tulsa and Charlotte. One admitted that racism may still exist. May. How I wish that it was only a mere possibility!
These responders were apparently white and male. One said he knew a few black people, but not well. Both decried the protests as unacceptable, emphasizing looting and riots as the reason. There was blame given to the black community for not favoring education enough (the ubiquitous “they” don’t encourage it) and that the black community encourages their own to hate police. And yet these statements come from two people who admit or seem to admit that their knowledge comes from “what I hear” or “what I’ve read.”
I as a white woman, am no savior of people with darker skin than mine. However, if I do not speak what I believe to be the raw truth, I am failing myself, my children and my friends. But not ONLY these, I am failing humanity if I don’t share what I know, and do my best to be a culture broker, sharing what I know to be true from those who know that they do not receive equal treatment from shop owners, police and others.
Erin Hensley Schultz bravely says what I am saying, and is far more eloquent in So, Which Is It? It helps me to know that there are others out there like me, who feel the need to speak even though others will say we are nuts, bending over backward to help those who should be helping themselves. WHAAAT???
Today I am not in Charlotte marching. I wish I was and know that I could have gotten there if I really wanted to. As I watched CNN last night and saw marchers go mile after mile, I wondered if I could really do it. My hips hurt as I watched a reporter walk and walk and walk. And yet there was an energy in the crowd and I imagine many felt no pain.
I am wondering. There is a small black community near where I live. I want to reach out and let them know I am upset. Will I offend them? Should I not worry? What can I do?
When I write again, I hope to be able to tell you more.
Marching in Spirit and in Love.
Peace to ALL.
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I could write something in the same vein, but it would not be half as clear. Jillian Stacia speaks to what I believe, what I feel.