Such a risky word. I’d like to just say in today’s culture, but I believe that inclusion has posed bigger threats and created greater problems, almost as much as it has created beautiful pathways and opportunities even before now. Inclusion can be murky, and in order for inclusion to happen denial also has to occur. Consequences emerge as a result.
**This blog is going to be vulnerable, blunt, and raw. No filters. I do not apologize.**
It’s 11:59pm February 12th. I’ve spent much of my day in pain, drained with little to no energy, contemplating going to the E.R. and fighting off tears of frustration. Mentally and emotionally I’ve been off balance since February 1st. Sadness washed over me and all sense of happiness, joy, and serenity was and is held at gunpoint by my irregular ill behaved hormones. At my desk that Friday I sat feeling defeated while tears ran down my face. Here it comes. My interest in my passions drop, anything that can make me sad, overwhelmed, angry, annoyed etc., I feel to the deepest possible level of deep. I want to hide for 3 1/2 weeks just to maintain my own sanity and protect everyone else from me.
I have approximately ten days before the physical pain begins and the purging seems endless and threatens my dignity as I move about my everyday task. Diapers have been my portion. Not even joking. The doctors can be passive, unless you get it-you don’t- and most times I’m coaching myself to keep on keep it on when I probably should just lay down.
Organic, real life, scientifically and genetically possible... WOMAN PROBLEMS.
In a culture so drunk with the spirit of inclusion, the sanctity of woman, her rights, and her royalty in being the only one like her, feels threatened.
I’m sick of it.
I FIRMLY believe that both the MAN and the WOMAN are ROYAL for who they are as their individual genders. We fit together magically like puzzle pieces able to contribute and provide one to another growing humanity and the world around us. Fitting as unto the relationship soil has to vegetation. The chlorophyll necessary to photosynthesis we are to one another. Man to woman, woman to man is what makes this world go round.
Yet a lurking deception has found a throne. This culture worships this deception and in that worship has magnified its lie.
“I am not...”.
This culture bows down to this demand and makes way.
“Fi Fi Fo Fum!” It stumps about shaking institutions and influencers, the government, and regular everyday passerbyers, those not quite planted in a conviction, into submission.
Inclusion.
We celebrate those who have declared, “I am not...”, and award them for the bravery of who they are choosing to be depending on what is fueling the decision. No matter the casualties exhausted in the journey. They are celebrated. Applauded and engrafted into a community where there is a demand to be accepted.
“YOU ACCEPT ME {NOW} because I wasn’t able to ACCEPT ME...” I say this with compassion!
The regard for woman lessens more and more when this happens. Woman is pushed to the sidelines no longer celebrated for her glory as it is hers, because there is a new honoree at the table that culture insist I applaud, throw my arms around and make room at the table.
The manufactured woman.
This hurts me. It negates me. It denies me. My power, my sustainability, my grandeur, my femininity, my wonder takes a back seat.
If we do this the waters become murky. They are full on unclear now. My uniqueness. My drama, my flair, my issues, my hopes, my rewards I am forced to share with one who will never ever know what it really is or what it will ever really mean to be a woman.
See the issue here isn’t a human issue. Negated and disregarded for being a human-no. The issue here is the fight to protect what makes woman’s organic humanity and contribution unique! In her everyday living she agrees with God, our creator, uttering sweet yes’ as she moves about in what she is Graced to be. A woman. Every imperfection and broken place too.
The spirit of this age doesn’t see it this way. The spirit of this age has a secret.
To Blend.
To water down most or every distinctive factor amongst humanity and then solely erect and elevate what promotes its cause. This beloved, is how generations die.
In conclusion, INCLUSION, can be the enemy. Our hunger for sameness and equality
can very much be our demise...
From a Heavy Heart,
Jess 💜
“...YOU ARE ENOUGH...”