I love my hubby and I love my son, but I was in need of female energy. There is nothing quite like a group of women to bring up your spirits. Such was yesterday. First, Luigi Jazz. My group of ladies that I dance with are like none other. They are caring beautiful women, and supportive doesn't even begin to describe the level of caring they give. I love Luigi, Francis, Curtis, Jay, but sorry guys, you ain't gals, and I needed my gal pals. I had a wonderful class and felt like a dancer. Luigi complimented me on my level of dance and I felt important. Luigi was suffering from side effects of some medication he was taking, dizziness. I knew what he was talking about. I, too, was suffering from imbalance, but together, we fought it and won. So many women in the class are cancer vixens. The advice and compassion is compelling. We share more than dance now, we are women in a terrible club, but let me tell you, the membership doesn't get better than us. We are strong, full of hope, and embrace the new members. Me.
I returned home and was more tired than usual. I guess it's the fact that my hemoglobin is dropping. I felt good during class, and near the end of class my energy waned, and I got dizzy and my vision was a bit off. So I ate lunch, and took a two hour nap.
I met Rose, Erica and many other women at the SGI Center to chant and attend a lecture about Caring. A room full of caring women and men listening to how we as a global society struggle to really care. Why care for some, and not others? Who is deserving and who isn't? To care we must first be aware of the need for care, then take on the responsibility of caring and finally follow through with making sure the care was received. I know I have received tremendous care from not just family, but also my medical team, my dear friends, and yes complete strangers. I am indeed quite lucky. It was an eye opening lecture and made anyone there really think about the level of caring we give and receive. So we ladies went to dinner after the lecture and we talked about caring. But mostly we talked about life. We had a wonderful time and I am now happy because I surrounded myself with female energy.
Female energy and male energy is different, not better or worse, just different. It is important to spend time with your gal pals or your guys, it feeds a part of the soul that your spouse just can't fill. An example from the question/answer section of the lecture supports this. A teacher from Staten Island stood and asked why that at her school the male teachers show a lack of caring, they play straight by the book, they give the assignment and expect it to be done. If it doesn't get done, the grade reflects it and too bad. Whereas the female teachers tend to pursue the student, follows up, encourages the "lost" student. The boys respond to the female teachers in a positive way, whereas the girls get annoyed, and find the female teachers nagging. However, the girls try harder to please the male teachers who deny any attention to the students. A different way of caring? Perhaps, or are we as women taught that we must please the man to be noticed?
Caring. It can be a small thing, holding a door for someone, cleaning up the table you ate at at McDonalds. Or giving directions to a tourist, a kind word to the store clerk you just bought something from, like "Have a nice day, Thank you ". Then there is the big caring, stopping to help someone in need, a stranger who has fallen in the street, or stopping by an elder person's home to see if they need anything. How about caring for oneself? That, for women, seems to be the biggest hardest one of all. So as we go through this Holiday Season, remember what this Season is about, really about. Not the presents under the tree, or how many parties you go to, but the true meaning. Caring, giving freely of your time and self.
Gifts are nice, but sharing your love is the best gift of all.
Care.
Nite!
Light and Love!
Melissa
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