Build the Wall?! (Language)

Conquer and divide-a way of keeping yourself in a position of power by making the people under you disagree with each other so that they are unable to join together and remove you from your position.

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Warning: Emotionally charged post ahead.

Good job, America, Good job.  Keep up the “Great.”

Our government has mastered how to conquer, and divide so well, that we are now in the makes of building a modern day Great Wall of China, but in America.  How “Great” of us.

I mean exactly WTF does making America”Great” again mean may I ask?

Do you remember a time when America was GREAT?  Like really f**cking great?

Great economy, great healthcare, schools well funded, and children well cared for?  Do you remember a time without pain and suffering for most?  I don’t.  Not in the history books and not personally.  So, WTF would we ever want to add AGAIN for at the end of that statement?

Donald Trump, when is your again exactly?  Where are you trying to go back to?

Because, I was trying to move forward, to progress, to gain, to grow, and to heal the wounds of my communities, the country, and the world. Because, that’s what GREAT people do: they use their money, and power to build strong, stable structures that make people feel secure, safe, and cared for.  They use their money to ease suffering.

A wall, I’m suppose to sleep well at night because of a f**king wall?  Now, I should feel safe in America?   A wall in the middle of the dessert, in a very isolated area is being built, where VERY few if any terrorists have entered.  Terrorists are not scared of you or your wall.  Drug cartels who have obscene amounts of money do not worry about how they will get over this wall.  This seems preposterous.  Who wants over this wall?  It’s families seeking help, and you’re saying, “f*ck off, here’s my wall.”

Because, Mexican poverty is so real, and their government is so evil, families are risking their lives, and their children’s lives to try, and cross a border to earn very little picking the food you ate for dinner last night, we should build a wall?  Because, the real terrorists with the real guns and bombs, and the real money are real scared of your f**king wall……. I’m sure of it.

Instead of defunding the cartel by legalizing marijuana, and allowing patients to receive medical marijuana legally, we build a f**cking wall.  Instead of giving Mexico money to create safe communities for families to live in, and help the people have the freedoms we do, we say, ‘build a wall’?

That’ll teach those Mexicans to stay out, and suffer, and die slow painful deaths at the hands of their own government, and now you, and our government.  Bravo, America, sounds f**cking “Great.”  It’s not that we don’t have the money, brains, and power to create peace around us, it’s that we choose not to.  We’re slightly misdirecting our energy and resources, don’t ya think?

Instead of focusing our funds to build our country up, build more Veteran’s shelters and homeless shelters, instead of funding our state programs and upping taxes where appropriate we are swallowing the cost of wars, oil and now walls.  Awesome, real cool, “Great”, woo f**cking hoo.

Instead of helping the refugees, we are funding terrorists.  We are paying for bombs, to protect oil fields, to protect big oil interest, and letting families die in famine, while we scream, “Build a f**cking wall”.  Have we lost our hearts?  The answer is, yes.

They are not the drug cartels bringing in money, guns, and terrorists.  These people are not asking to take our jobs and money so they can steal what’s ours.  These people are not slowly poisoning us with contaminated water, and pharmaceuticals to make a buck or a billion.  These people are not hiding healing options, green energy options, and money from us.  No, Donald Trump, our own government does that for us.

I won’t sleep better at night knowing a f**cking wall to keep out families seeking a better life is being built.  I don’t feel better about myself because war torn children, and families are slowly starving to death, because I need to pay for the squad protecting oil fields at Standing Rock, and in Iraq, instead.  I don’t feel great knowing you’re the man that represents my voice.

You are not my President, because you don’t act like one, and quite frankly none have the others, either.

And, while we’re on the topic, I won’t call you Mr., either.  Men…..Gentlemen do not speak like you.  If my husband spoke, and acted like you, he would be someone elses husband.

The wife probably on welfare because he belittled her so much that she began to feel less than, and depressed; she can’t even pull herself out of water to get a job or support herself.  Maybe, she gets pregnant, and decides the pain of the world is too much, and she has too little to offer a life, and decides to have an abortion.  Or, maybe she’s brave, and has her child, and takes your glares and crass remarks as she pulls out her link card.  And, maybe her child then learns, and sees the disrespect, and repeats it, accepts it, or hopefully stands up and says, “f*ck that, you will not disrespect, degrade or talk down to me like that.”  Hopefully, more children who are victims of men who degrade, and belittle with their words, and their power will grow up, and turn their pain into passion and purpose in order to truly make America Great.

Hopefully, they don’t sit down, shut up, and take a golden shower; but stand up, speak up and say, “that is NOT my President, and that is NOT how you handle power, and no I will not take a golden f*cking shower, you sick f**king pervert.”

A man with millions, and more, and he uses it to hire call girls, you elect him President, and I’m the a**hole for pointing it out, and saying it’s wrong?

Think before you decide to attack behind the computer.  Donald Trump might not  babysit your kids, come to your kids birthday party, give you the clothes off his back, pay for your kids, donate his time and money, drive to get you in the middle of the night, share his home with you, and write you the most heart felt eulogy you’d ever wish for, but I would, and so would the people on the other side of the computer screen that you are disconnecting yourself from because of politics.

Call and ask Donald Trump for help, a ride, a donation, a helping hand, see how far that gets you.  Better yet, ask the mother refugee holding the remains of her bombed child how well it works when you ask the American government for help.  Or, any of the Americans being detained by your government and Presidents for trying to tell you the truth.  Or, the veterans, ask them how kind and quick the government is to help.

Where was I?  Oh, Yes……..

There is evil that needs to be kept out of this country ,but I don’t think it’s the refugee, or Mexican that is working in the factory, restaurant, or field for next to nothing is the threat.

I don’t worry about them harming innocent protesters, arresting innocent people, denying children rights to healing medical options, letting people die because of no food or money, etc………no, refugees don’t do that, American’s do……to our own people, everyday.  I don’t worry that the refugees would bomb me, but I do wonder about you, Donald Trump.

I do fear my own government.  I do fear what will happen if I don’t speak up.

Maybe this is what we needed.  Maybe this is our swift kick in the a** we’ve all been asking for.  Maybe now is the time to volunteer, build that shelter, adopt or foster that child, take in that homeless teen, create that vegetable garden, foster a stray, go to that peaceful protest, and start up that non profit.  Maybe now is the time to define our own definition of Great, AND take out the again.

Let’s redirect our energy to building up our own communities, and connections so we can make our lives kind again.  Let’s support the people in need, and not the one’s in power, and make love strong again.  Let’s make our voices heard.  Don’t let anyone tell you not to use your free speech, and say what you know is right.  Be American, but define that definition for yourself, don’t let Donald Trump, or his supporters do it for you.

I want to help build people up, not walls.  I want to build up society, not tear it down with division.  I want women to feel loved, warm, and safe enough to have their baby, because society didn’t turn them away until it was too late. I want medical treatment options, and Big Pharma exposed.

I want clean/green energy, because it exists and is better for you, me, and the planet,  period, end of f*cking story.

I want my tax dollars used to save refugees, not bomb them.  I want my money to fund clean water projects, not oil fields. I want to be proud to be a world citizen, not just an American.  I want to feel safe to speak up.

It is time to speak, but this time with our hearts, and our hands.  Build connections, build up your neighbors self esteem, Build-A-Bear and give it to the shelter, build blocks with your niece, build friendships, and your talents, because this is how you will make America Great where you are.

I love you no matter who you voted for.  If you are reading this I want so much for you to love your life, and liberties, just as I want for the citizens of the world.

I hope you define Great as a force of love, strength, hope, faith, and kindness.

I hope your again just means your trying harder to be even greater this next time, as you move forward in the direction of your heart, not away from it.

I hope you define American as being someone who uses their privilege to enhance lives, our land, our world, and all people a little more each day.

In Love,

Danielle Atherton-Rutledge

 

Every Pitter Patter Matters

Every pitter patter matters.

Every word you chatter matters.

Every thought you gather matters.

Walk with light and gentle pitter patters.

Whisper wise, and sweet words as you chatter.

Think thoughts of love, and kindness because you matter.

You’re special, perfect and priceless.

Use love always, it’s timeless!

Smile at life with your heart.

Use inner peace, and self love to set you apart.

Understand your uniqueness.

Understand you are not just a little mister or miss.

You were born to create, and experience feelings of bliss.

You may be eensy weensy teensy, teeny tiny, or itty bitty, but your love can be felt, and spread in every city.

Feel special , be sweet, soft spoken, and perfectly unique, as you tread courageously on your little feet.

You matter, you’re worthy, you deserve all that is sweet,

and you are the strength, courage and change the world seeks.

 

Danielle Atherton-Rutledge

 

 

 

 

Am I creative? Why art therapy?

Am I creative?

Do you have a pulse, and are you breathing?  Yes?  Good, you are creative.

The way you think, move, feel, act, share: it’s all your creative expression.  It’s beautiful to watch people move; life is art.  You are part of it, you are art, and you are creating the work of art that is your life.

I know it can be intimidating to sit down with your own thoughts and a blank piece of paper if art is not your thing.  I very limited on my artistic drawing abilities.  It’s not that we are not capable, it’s that we just haven’t practiced.

I see a therapist who is very pro art therapy.  It’s come up in conversation at 3 different sessions.  So, I think she really wants me to benefit from its goodness.

I’m going to commit to a page a day and see what happens.  Care to join?

What is art therapy you ask?

Exactly what it sounds like–  creating art as to feel “better” about life, the situation, yourself, etc……

There are plenty of credible articles online if you’re wanting a fancy explanation.  That’s not what I’m here to chat about, so, google you must if you need a more proper description.

Why would this help me?  Why would I make art therapy a regular priority?

We all live with emotions that are craving to be unleashed and let go of.  They want out, and you’re keeping them in.   Having the jitters, cringing, white knuckling, biting your tongue, clinching your teeth, holding your breath, getting butterflies, etc…..  These are feelings that simply want out.

I do yoga, journal, and see a therapist to get out many of my emotions, but there are always other ways as well.  Some garden, dance, sing, workout, read, the list goes on.  Art therapy just seems like the next thing I want to add to my self help repertoire.  I’ve always wanted to be a better artist.  Of course, practice makes perfect.

I feel like releasing my emotions more consciously and creatively seems to make the process smoother, more enjoyable and more continuous.  I notice when I am being more creative in my releases that I feel more at peace with letting go of whatever belief or emotion I was trying to part ways with.

We can sit down, open a book, and use our pens to let go of that which does not serve us.  Layer by layer, inch by inch, day by day, we can take the time to notice what is going on inside, and let it out; good or bad, happy or sad, let go and create room to grow.

By connecting and paying attention to our creative selves, we have created the opportunity to grab thoughts that feel good,  fuel purpose, and the thoughts that can solve problems.  We can write them down, and remember them more clearly when we need them.  We can let emotions guide the pen or marker and bring us some clarity and peace of mind.  We can pin point what it is that is holding us back or making us feel stuck when we give ourselves space to listen and learn.

You are choosing and deciding what you want to see, heal, help and do,  either consciously or by default.  When we do things more purposefully and fully we add more value to the moment, yes?  Art therapy is  me committing to 15 minutes to allow my inner-self to speak creatively.  It’s me saying I’ve always wanted to be a better artist and so I’m going to invest a small amount of myself everyday in order to do so.  It’s one more way for me to safely express myself.

You’re feelings are valid, you matter, what you want matters, who you are, and where you are going is going to change the world.  Period.  Remind yourself where you’ve been, where you are, and where you are going everyday.  I think art therapy can help me get clearer on my path, and become more appreciative of my past and present if I’ll let it..

We might create a more peaceful place in ourselves and in this world by picking up our pens and setting down the remotes or iPhones.  Or, at least this is the theory.

But, I’m not creative….

If you want to know how to be creative in terms of writing and art, first of all, you must sit still long enough to let the feelings arise that help you create.  Emotions charge the particles on your paper, and make the words, and strokes come to life.  Give yourself space to feel.  Stillness is your friend.  Being alone with paper and pen a few minutes a day can help you discover who you were, are, and wish to be.

If it’s scary to be alone with your thoughts, write that down, get it out, don’t own it anymore; give it away, and then write down how you want to feel-I am safe, I love and appreciate myself, and time.  Then just take a few deep breaths as you scribble and doodle your way to creating healthier thought patterns.

Do not underestimate the power behind getting to know yourself through creative expression.  You must feel more deeply if you want to create more passionately.  Silence, space, feel, accept, release, create, breathe, moving on.

Open your chest and you will find magic pouring out, begging to come to life, asking your permission to come into existence.  You have emotions that want to be known, they want to come out and play, and if you don’t let them, they bounce around in your body creating their own kind of fun, which  may not be your kind of fun.

What are you suppose to do or say with this blank canvas?

Whatever feels fitting that day.  Today, I was struggling with not taking a friends comments personal.  Instead of continuing to be angry, I drew statements that reinforced who I want to be, not who she thinks I am or should be.  I paid no more attention to her ill words, and instead created words that felt good when I said them, read them, wrote them.  I also drew owls which always make me feel connected to my beloved grandma (read more on her here), and just let myself breathe deeper as I colored away.  That’s it.  Piece of cake.  And, my first page took 15 minutes of my time, and I do feel way better about the situation at hand.  Mission accomplished.

I know, I know, don’t quit my day job.  I’m not here to sell you art, I’m here to help you understand that a little goes a long way.  I know journaling and art has saved my life a time or two, and I think if I put in a little more effort it can help me create momentum and healing to move more easily through the coming days of my life.

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Commit to 5 minutes a day and let it grow if the time, and you say so.  Maybe you’ll notice yourself feeling more focused on what is helpful, so you may choose wiser next time.  Maybe you’ll discover that doodling, coloring and drawing are soothing for the soul, even if all you did was scribble a few words and lines down.

You didn’t create the Mona Lisa or write Harry Potter, but you did create a moment that aloud you to feel, express and move.  Art brings people to life.  Art allows blood to flow, circuits to open and puzzle pieces fit.  Create your own everyday.

Create your mood, find solutions, vent, laugh at yourself, build yourself up, say nice things to yourself and be responsible for your own sh*t, but do it with crayons, and make it pretty and fun, so you like life and yourself.

Each day, the theory is that you’ll speak more thoroughly, clearly, calmly, effectively, and lovingly to yourself, and of course, that can only help you communicate more beautifully into the world around you.  Yes?

Which can only create more enjoyable moments, correct?

Get creative, get clear, get excited about who you are, where you’ve been and where you are going.  Color your way to more enjoyable days.

In love,

Danielle Atherton-Rutledge

 

Piece of You

You catch someone mimicking you, a child, an adult, a friend, an enemy.  Are they a copy cat?  Or are they in love with a piece of you that they need to take with them?

Unfortunately, in some cases there are genuine copy cats out there looking to lie, cheat and steal.  Those people are not whom I’m talking about here.

I’m speaking of a child who draws the same sketch as his sister, the dancer that incorporates her classmates gesture, a writer who takes the same concept, but turns it into something of their own, and the yoga teacher that loves how you flow, so she takes your tips with her.  These are the types of instances I’m referring to.

I’m referring to harmless humans that are just moving through life collecting the things, feelings and moments that make them who they are.  You need not be jealous of their desire to interpret you, maybe instead notice how flattering it is for them to love that part of you so much that they feel good re-enacting it.

To be original is an amazing thing, but to notice beauty in another and then recreate it, and pass it on is special as well, yes?

These friends, family members, and acquaintances are not stealing, but rather borrowing your beauty to enhance their own. They’re multiplying all the goodness around them, and bringing more love to life.

Maybe they don’t want to be like you, but they want to use this piece of you to make a better version of their own self.  They’re sharing what they love about you in their own way, passing on the pleasing parts, and sharing it with those around them.  Before you know it, there will be pieces of you sprinkled all over the world.

Take what you love and what helps you be better and maybe ask yourself:

What are you passing on?  What parts of you do you want to multiply and show to the world?  How will you enhance these qualities and give them away?  What do you want people to love about you so much that they feel the need to copy and paste it everywhere they go?

And,…

What pieces of those you love, know, and follow are you carrying with you into the day?

Are you going to carry the burden of their drama, their faults, and their downfalls with you today?  Or, are you going to pick them apart until you find what you love, and then go talk about, recreate, and mimic that?

Life is all about perception.  See the good, notice it, enhance it, multiply it, even when you don’t want to, keep choosing to see the awesome until it becomes your natural reaction.  I’m right here trying my best with you.

In Love,

Danielle

 

 

Piece of You

I saw the way you sparkled

I see the way you shine

I used your light

To brighten mine

 

The way you do that

Makes me smile

Adds a little more style

And, makes life a little more worth the while

 

I noticed it was amazing

I noticed it helped

I noticed how much better I felt

After you gave me this piece of you

So, I’ll share it times two

Thank you for helping me be me

Because you were you.

Danielle Atherton-Rutledge