“Let’s be honest, open and brave!”
Soul on the Run is a 2014
Foreword Reviews’ INDIEFAB Book of the Year Awards Finalist!
I was brought up in a home with a mother and a father, two sisters, four brothers and two cats. We lived in a white house in the suburbs of a big-growing, way-south town in the United States of the 1950s and 60s. My early years were molded by the tenets of Catholicism, Mid-western ethics and the post-WWII, Baby-Boom ideals of personal industry, bright hope and tomorrow-will-always-be-better surety. Things were orderly, black-and-white and very clear. Respect, hard work and minding my manners were the core values that were taught and held dear. I was also taught to love my parents, my siblings, my neighbors, my God and my country. This was all wonderful and clear. But it’s taken me almost 60 years to realize there was one thing I was never taught.
I was never taught to love myself. In fact, I was taught the opposite. I was taught that loving myself was selfish and “wrong.” I was taught that others always came first and that self-sacrifice—being loving and kind to everyone else—was the way to happiness, wholeness and the way to the very salvation of my soul. This proviso of my youth, these “marching orders” of my spirit, have been the most damning, hurting and lost-soul-producing design for living I could ever have been handed. Because there is one huge hole in this doing-life-well model: How can I love others, how can I sacrifice myself to others, if I have no clue who this self is? How can I love and cherish, honor and care for others if there is no central “me” from which to do all these acts of love and kindness?
Being loving and kind to others without a firm and ferocious love for myself is complete non-sense. It is not logical to think that I can give to others with conscious and loving intent without my first having a “me place” to give from . . .