So we used to have the American hero cowboy movies. In them the bad guys wore black and the good guy wore white or neutral colors.
We reference light when talking about God and dark when talking about evil.
I’m not saying I want this to change, but as of late I realize how uncomfortable it makes me sometimes to paint the differences that way. To call them out by those references.
Words are just words. But when they take on multiple meanings and are used as words of oppression and belittling then it becomes something else also. A means of control.
There is part of a mantra I used to have in my colon hydrotherapy room that said
“I lovingly take back my power.”
And it is such a unique twist to me that I enjoy it. It brings a smile to my face to say it.
I don’t like tip-toeing around oversensitive people. I really don’t. I don’t like pandering to anyone at all, generally speaking.
Which is why I enjoy so much that in some places they take your most noticeable or ‘least likable” trait and turn it into a nickname of respect and/or adoration.
Hey “shorty”, hey “fatty”; are just words and they aren’t meant to rob you of your beauty. I like to think that the things that make us truly who we are are sometimes more our faults and weaknesses than our greatest attributes. I suppose though it’s the combination of both that makes the whole, but we should all learn to appreciate our “lesser” parts.
It is us.
Light/dark: we all carry both. No one escapes that. We can embrace, appreciate and respect both sides.