peace baby

let's talk about peace baby-

let's talk about peace, baby- inwardly and outwardly and cosmically and systemically.
sometimes i wonder if women held more leadership roles, would the world have more peace- more pro-active heads of states regarding diplomacy? or would women lead through an internalized lens of gendered behaviors typical of the opposite sex. however, if traditionally feminine values of communication, empathy, and self-reflection developed in men - if society welcomed these values- if families respected these values in their boys - could we find greater peace in our homes, in our neigborhoods, in our countries, in our world? or do biological forces exist that transcend learned behaviors - such as aggression and material drives.

eh, and at the end of the day - i struggle to find peace in my own mind. too much chaos- too many conflicting views in just one individual. when i become consciously aware that my brain is in full job mode- yearning for a 5 or 10 minute break - i want to find a peaceful moment. this is hard to find. goals, the self-doubting, the to-do lists loom. i need to work on my own peaceful rythmns- how can i expect a world to change when my being feels challenged by the need to shift. i guess peace exists in a moment, in a gesture- in ourselves and around our being - when mindfulness begins and tension of muscles, land boundaries, sexual drives, diverse values and economic supremacy are acknowledged then released.

fields

there's a field of psychology (classically psychoanalytic thought) that believes in naming the past in order to overcome subconscious burdens. personally, i believe in this process when mixed with a dash of mindfulness and a teaspoon of cognitive behavioral therapy. today, i bask in the brilliance of identifying just what i need to let go of - and then presto, enchanting my reality with the knowledge that i can choose who exists (most of the time) within it. further, a valuable goal of psychoanalytic
therapy entails the capacity to shift abstract sensations into language or explicit images. today, i am looking at and hearing all that i can remember about icky aspects of my past. the red of that car. the yellow of this room. the whisper of our nights. the ghosts are dancing freely and decadently in my mind. but i know the ghosts are no longer real. now my sisters and my dearest friends - may you no longer be confused with ghostly strangers - for i now recognize the difference. my sisters and dearest friends are full of substantiated grace, warmth and beauty.