Sometimes in life we think we know and understand what is going on around us.We think we know what the one we love is saying, what they mean, and how life is meant to be. Then we go about our lives together based on those understandings, meanings, and purpose... we scarfice things for the other. We base our goals on the other and vise versa. But what if one day you woke up to find out you had misunderstood each other for years? That you had misunderstood each other? That you had changed things based on those misunderstandings? Would it be like a light coming on in the darkness for you? Would relief flood your streets? Would joy overtake you?
For me the storm rolled in this past week. 7 years of misunderstandings, miscommunications, rough pasts, and giving things up thinking that is what had to be done... exploded messily. But once the explosion was done and everything was out in the open, it was as though the light had been turned on in a dark cave, and all at once we could see beautiful art on the walls. We saw each other in new lights, dreams long thought needed to abandon are picked back up, and we are so much more at peace together.
To Robby:
My love, my joy, what a blessing you are!
A companion to walk beside me,
A friend to share my joys and sorrows,
A soul mate to know my heart,
A warrior to fight for me in times of danger,
A gentleman to shower me with love.
A servant of God to serve along side,
This is the man who I love!
(MMN - 2014)
~ Morria
It has been a hard year. Moved back to Dine Bikeyah only to have my heart ripped out and trampled on by those who asked us out here. Just after that, my Merami (mother) passed away suddenly. After the memorial, I basically shut down for 2-3 months. Darkness over took me. I was lost. I did not know what path to be on anymore. Kept going through the motions, knowing that if I kept going forward, I would in time see the light beyond the deep heavy fog that I was in.
Something interesting I was introduced to while in New Orleans, was the concept of Subculture Christians: Goths, Punks, Sk8ers, Metalheads, and more. I mean, I had know somewhat about Punks who serve Christ, one of the youth pastors from camp (who's mom is good friends with mine), is a Punk. But I never really thought of it, especially when it came to the Goths. I have always been interested in Goths, but everyone told me "Those black clothed heathens have nothing to do with Christ, and their is no hope for them unless they convert and give up there dressing in darkness." Yet, dark colored clothing for the first 1700-1800 years of Christianity was looked on as being pious... hmm. I must look into this more.
