Posts Tagged ‘OnePinky.com’

Straight But Not Narrow

Tuesday, June 16th, 2009

OnePinky sister, Sara, recently wrote this testimony in honor of Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual and Transgender Pride Month and I wanted to share it with you all:

I like to say that I’m straight, but not narrow. I’m married to a man, but I can appreciate the curves of a woman just as much as I can the broad torso of a man. I might have a crush on Will Smith—but I’ve also had a little thing going for Rosario Dawson for a while (yes, Seven Pounds just made my entire year). And while I’m all for getting married if you want to—or not if you don’t!—for straight couples, I’m completely the same for gay and lesbian couples, too.

In other words, I’m straight but not narrow-minded.

My husband and I think we’re pretty warped people. We are completely in love with President Obama (whom our three-year-old is also smitten with; she even has his trading cards). We believe in science over organized religion—but believe that personal faith, as long as it’s separate from the government, is A-OK. We think it’s cool for boys to kiss boys, boys to kiss girls, girls to kiss girls, and kids to kiss dogs. (But kids shouldn’t kiss turtles. I hear there’s a salmonella risk.)

Why does this have to be “warped,” though? (Besides the fact that it’s a cool word.)

Why do we have to feel so out of place smack in the middle of the Bible belt, attending family reunions filled with country-music crooning and hillbilly hollering and glares and jeers at our bumper stickers and offhand remarks about anyone who isn’t white, straight and a follower of Jesus?

Instead of warped, shouldn’t our views be the norm? More and more states are ratifying gay marriage (what the heck is up with you, California?), and we finally have a President who believes in stem cell research and does not want to overturn Roe vs. Wade.

Yet the only places I can feel really at home with how I feel are online—including www.OnePinky.com.

At OnePinky, my “sisters” all accept everyone no matter their creed, sexuality, color or any other factor. Some of us are Christians; some are rather pagan; some prefer to remain nondenominational. And it’s all okay, because if there’s anything we learn at OnePinky, it’s to love ourselves no matter who we are, just as we are, warts, fat, bi polar, astigmatism and all.

“Live and let live” is what we learn, and that doesn’t apply to just ourselves—it applies to the world at large.

OnePinky.com reinforces the idea of tolerance—and most importantly to ourselves! Acceptance is what we should always strive for, here and now and always.

And we are responsible for owning the loveliness that we are. So it is time that we cease letting anyone make us feel that we are wrong with being who we are.

OnePinky, the community opens the door to talk about religion, politics, and all of the issues that people typically shy away from because of the divisiveness. Why should we fear each other so much? Should we not learn from one another instead, and embrace diversity in all of its beautiful forms?

Let’s celebrate being different. And like we’re learning to love ourselves “one pinky at a time,” perhaps the global community can learn to love each other, one person at a time, one difference at a time, until we reach a climate of peace and acceptance.

How has OnePinky.com impacted your view on tolerance and acceptance? Share your thoughts in the comments.

A Moment of Truth

Wednesday, May 20th, 2009

A PathOnePinky.com member Barb sent in this lovely prose recently, and has granted us permission to share it with the community.

“My Truth”

pain, heartache, anxiety and loss are all life’s way of inviting me to grow
it requires me to name my sorrows,
to identify and explore their cause,
to see their manifestation,
to acknowledge the fear and sadness in my response
to what has become a inconsolable longing inside.

I cannot console what I am not willing to acknowledge;
what I am not willing to name.
I can not know what I am not willing to explore
and I cannot heal what I am not willing to release.

suppressing, hiding, denying, avoiding, minimizing,
pretending and stifling are the architects of
my sorrow, my suffering.
suffering comes from resisting, restraining,
confining.

healing comes from listening, releasing,
letting go, disarming, opening, speaking my truth,
naming what scares me,
exploring the root of my fear(s), telling my stories.

healing comes from presence.
awareness.
a willingness to relinquish
the past.
forgiveness.
healing comes each time I am
present in the moment,
each moment I claim what is true for me.
the moments I speak and write, laugh and cry from my heart
the moments I practice transparency,
the moments I am visible and vulnerable,
the moments I admit I don’t know,
the moments I quit pretending,
the moments I am playful
or serious or tender
the moments I know the difference.
the moments when I trust,
and embrace the complexities of my life and
especially my loves.

I choose the moments,
this moment.
now,
to heal
to be whole
to be authentic
to see the possibilities,
set aside expectations
and to love without conditions.

Thank you so much for sharing, Barb.

Do you have a moment of truth you’d like to share? An “Aha!” moment, an epiphany, or just a quiet realization? Share it here.

Patience and Wisdom

Wednesday, May 13th, 2009

patienceLisa, a dear OnePinky.com Body Image Revolution member, shared this with me and I wanted to share it with you all.

Patience and wisdom are crucial components in the Body Image Mastery program. Many people expect change overnight. If I could wave my magic wand and POOF your troubles would go away, believe me I would… in fact, I have a magic wand on my desk and I wave it all the time, praying for it to bring light and patience down on my students.

What I can promise is that YOU can make your troubles go away by changing your thoughts, your perspective, and your story.

I know and you know that change is an inside job. It must come from inside of you, not inside of me…and it will if you stay with the inner work.

Take a look at these two! Which one are you? The one who digs in, unafraid and always ready for more? Or always sitting on the sidelines, watching someone else get what you want, afraid to reach out and grab it?

Share your stories here in the comments section.

Today, can you pinky promise to be patient with yourself? Can you promise to listen to the wisdom of your body as it guides you throughout the day and tells you what it needs?

I think that this dog has that patience. And this skunk has that wisdom. Perhaps together they would make a pretty good team…

Just like you and your body.

The Pianist’s Pinky

Monday, April 20th, 2009

At OnePinky.com, we acknowledge the power and the beauty within ourselves—even if it’s as small as the loveliness of a single pinky. Today, OnePinky member Danielle shares her pinky story:

When I look at my pinky, I remember my grandmother, Gigi. These hands are hers - growing from my body - as though they were a simple set of gloves she had left behind when she passed.

Gig was a pianist - a teacher - a regal woman who loved my grandfather until the day she died - even though he had left her 50 years earlier. She had been his English teacher, a quiet poet with red lips and mastery over the keys. She had wanted very little…

I didn’t really know she was a poet until I saw her book in the bookstore in Sausalito… or that she was this amazing teacher and had a gift with the piano… Or that she, too, had all these other dreams besides being someone’s Gigi. Or the first wife of a famous man. Or the woman who had that stroke.

Before she died, she had me read some of her journals to her. There was a lover in them - a passionate romance before my grandfather - fire. What happened after was quiet. Her own protective beauty keeping it lady-like. A long bit of silence… her life.

I held on to her during those last few hour, spooning her like a best friend or a favorite pet - or a grandmother you never got to really know. It all seems the same in those moments - when time is gone and there’s just two bodies holding on for dear life - at the same time that they are letting go. She was holding on to my hand - squeezing it with all the words she was no longer able to speak - and I saw that they were the same. Hers and mine. She and I.

I love my little pinkies. These hands. The hugeness of them meant to stretch across the keys of piano like a lover’s hand across my back… Bach, Mozart, Chopin… remembering the ache of pleasure… the sweetness of touch… a life I have known.

Do you have a pinky story to share? Be sure to post it on the message boards here.

The Power of the Pinky

Friday, April 17th, 2009

The pinky is an amazing appendage, one we often fail to appreciate. Just the other day, OnePinky member Sara shared this story with me:

Laura, you know my three-year-old daughter has been sick with sinusitis for over two months, and it’s made our whole house crazy! Well, yesterday the fatigue just caught up with me, and as I was carrying some clean clothes into her room, I toppled over her bed clumsy as you please and landed pretty hard. Among other bruises and scratches, I seem to have jammed my pinky.

Lo and behold, my pretty little pinky is also pretty important. It is SO hard to type now. I have to hit the shift key with my ring finger. Giving my daughter her saline treatments is a nightmare, since every finger is pivotal in holding her in place for her nasal “water torture.” It’s also the only finger I’ve used to actually pull out the gunk from said nose; it’s pretty hard to do with any of my left-hand fingers. Getting dressed, cooking, even feeding the cats is harder without the use of my pinky.

I think my pinky is telling me to take care of Mommy while taking care of Baby. Not only am I exhausted, but I seem to be coming down with my own sinus infection. Lovely! If I had been getting rest, asking for help, and slowing down instead of juggling so much—all things that would require change from me—this would not have happened. Am I really taking advice from my pinky? I feel like an extra from The Shining.

Behold—Pinky Power!

Ever injured your own pinky? Share your story here.

Read more about the power of pinkies here.