Through the Darkness ~ Stories of Hope
()
About this ebook
In a world where challenges multiply exponentially by the second, a group of women reach into their past pull out their inspirations and speak to the positive possibilities shrouded in ~ HOPE
Seven individual stories by seven diverse women with at least one thing in common. They know beyond a reasonable doubt there is HOPE.
No reason to give up hope is here even if you can not see or touch it.
Collaboration In Motion
Authored by Collaboration in Motion, A. McCarty, K. K. Harris, Carol Ann Kauffman, M. Handy, Kirsten Campbell, JESSie NW, D. Odell Benson Designed by Passion Publishing In a world where challenges multiply exponentially by the second, a group of women reach into their past pull out their inspirations and speak to the positive possibilities shrouded in ~ HOPE Seven women, seven stories, seven reasons to believe Hope Springs Eternal
Related to Through the Darkness ~ Stories of Hope
Related ebooks
Resilience: A Journey Empowered by Hope Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsCommon Stones: A Glimpse into Several Different Worlds, in an Effort to Become More Acquainted with Our Own Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsNavigating Disappointment Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsHope When the River Rages Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsLindy: Recovering Alpha Female: Inspiring Grace and Self Acceptance in the Mind and Body Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5BawB's Raven Feathers Volume III: Reflections on the simple things in life Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsLiving Inside Out Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsWhat Would You Do If You Had No Fear?: Living Your Dreams While Quakin' in Your Boots Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Inspiration in Action: A Woman's Guide to Happiness Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsBABYYY YOU GOT THIS Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsPrc: Perseverance, Resilience & Courage with Grace Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsDear folks, have you seen Hope? Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsRise Above Disruption Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsCrush Your Obstacles: A 10-Step Guide to Transforming Your Mind and Money Habits with Tapping Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Journey: A Path of Self-Discovery and Reinvention Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsEmergence: A Journey to New Beginnings Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsSelf-Empowerment 101 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsOne Minds' Book of Incomplete Thoughts: Poetry and Other Thoughts Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsLife Speaks: Challenging Moments Are Our Greatest Gifts Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsPebbles in the Pond-Wave Three Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Silent Shaking: the Power to Heal Yourself Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsPieces of Me Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsDo It For You: How to Stop People-Pleasing and Find Peace Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsStop It Now Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Pay It Forward Series: Notes to My Younger Self (Volume 4) Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsExpect Miracles: 10 Beautiful souls share stories of Hope, Inspiration & Transformation Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsEyes Wide Open: Learning to Suffer Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsGet Out Of That Box: Unleash The Giant In You Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsLife In Its Rawest Form: A True Story Of Perseverance And Triumph Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratings
Anthologies For You
100 Years of the Best American Short Stories Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Anonymous Sex Rating: 2 out of 5 stars2/550 Great Love Letters You Have To Read (Golden Deer Classics) Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson (ReadOn Classics) Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5First Spanish Reader: A Beginner's Dual-Language Book Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Weiser Book of Horror and the Occult: Hidden Magic, Occult Truths, and the Stories That Started It All Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Mark Twain: Complete Works Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Canterbury Tales, the New Translation Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Cleaning the Gold: A Jack Reacher and Will Trent Short Story Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Best American Science Fiction and Fantasy 2017 Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Best of the Best American Mystery Stories: The First Ten Years Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Spanish Stories/Cuentos Espanoles: A Dual-Language Book Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Kama Sutra (Golden Deer Classics) Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5In Search Of Lost Time (All 7 Volumes) (ShandonPress) Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Celtic Tales: Fairy Tales and Stories of Enchantment from Ireland, Scotland, Brittany, and Wales Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Humorous American Short Stories: Selections from Mark Twain, O. Henry, James Thurber, Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. and more Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsFaking a Murderer Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Galaxy's Isaac Asimov Collection Volume 1: A Compilation from Galaxy Science Fiction Issues Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5A Christmas Carol (Unabridged and Fully Illustrated) Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Kink: Stories Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5FaceOff Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Sherlock Holmes: The Complete Collection Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Classic Children's Stories (Golden Deer Classics) Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Annotated Pride and Prejudice: A Revised and Expanded Edition Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Stories from Suffragette City Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsOn Writing Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5
Reviews for Through the Darkness ~ Stories of Hope
0 ratings0 reviews
Book preview
Through the Darkness ~ Stories of Hope - Collaboration In Motion
Foreword
Through the Darkness ~
Stories of Hope
I don’t remember where I first heard the phrase, Another set of circumstances is always possible.
It just instantly became my mantra, ringing simultaneously inside my ears and spirit, while gently forging a long-awaited sense of purpose.
At the time, I was living in a spiritual tenement aptly entitle stuck in a rut
and was doing things the way they had always been done, simply because it was the way they had always been done. Sure, I functioned in life, as we all do, but without any real sense of purpose or fulfillment. I lived this way because everyone around me was on the same frequency of simply functioning and/or surviving, versus finding their purpose and thriving. For this reason, there was no blueprint for constructing a life; other than the one, I was currently living. There was no facilitator in whom you could share your dreams; and have them nurtured by time-released words of hope. …So, hearing the phrase, Another set of circumstances is always possible
knocked on the doors of my awareness, giving me options and strength to believe past the, less-than appealing appearances in my life.
As I began looking around at my peers who talked about their dreams yet doubted their validity at the same time, I realized that the lack of references for one to have faith in what they could become was plentiful, while Hope seemed to be scarce or eerily silent in our daily lives. From that point on, I was compelled to become an encourager with the sole purpose of lifting people’s spirits.
After eight years on this journey I had the incredible pleasure of meeting Euniece Dunning (of Articulate Communication Publications, SLLC), a woman who I describe as being a unique facilitator of dreams. Her mission, at this point in life is to pay it forward by facilitating and skillfully managing the goals of others. Among her many projects, she is the impetus for several like-minded individuals uniting under a single concept appropriately named: COLLABORATION IN MOTION (CIM) Women Doing It For Themselves!
CIM* is a group of successful, independent, women authors and administrators who have contributed their gifts of rich storytelling and managerial skills to a collaborative book of hope. These women hail from different nationalities, cultures and creeds, yet their common thread and/or bond is to yield hope to people in need. If this organization is not proof that encouragement can affect the lives of others, I don’t know what is. Through each story of hope we are, perhaps lending the blueprints necessary for change in other people’s lives. As a team, we encourage that overcoming limiting conditions is not an anomaly that only a few can obtain. Rather, it is an inherent capacity triggered through faith, hope and love.
On behalf of the team who has worked diligently on this project, we say thank you, for allowing us to sow our stories into your lives…
Our sole purpose is to restore HOPE.
Just one of many,
M. Handy
The Creative Team of
Collaboration in Motion-Women Doing It For Themselves
Kanika Harris, Jessie NW, Kirsten Campbell, D. Odell Benson, A.
McCarty, Carol Kauffman, Sezoni Whitfield, Euniece Dunning and Monica Handy
Table of Content
FOREWORD
HINDSIGHT OF HOT BUTTERED BLISS
A WOMAN NAMED HOPE
LOST IN THE SYSTEM
WITHOUT A VOICE
REASSURING FAITH
THE MESSAGE OF LOVE FROM ABOVE
SEARCHING FOR A BETTER TOMORROW
SOCIAL MEDIA CONTACTS
HINDSIGHT OF HOT BUTTERED BLISS
By M. Handy©2016
I am writing this story to you from a spiritual position of power, self-love, and an ongoing subscription of faith.
Note: In faith, there is no room for dichotomy.
In my experience, I have found that faith is the high road to all the good that is available to us, as opposed to a daily route of doubt that relies on what life appears
to be. In order to enjoy the benefits of Faith's one must give credence to their hopes: Hope things will change; Hope God will hear us, Hope somehow, things will get better... Hope
is the impetus that sets and stirs possibilities into motion; Faith
takes the reigns and cattle-drives your unseen results to a tangible destination! Unfortunately, some of us have given up on hope, preferring to remain in the appearance of the situation. We think things will never change
and that is because we see change as an entity outside of ourselves - perhaps as some caped-crusader looking for a rescue route. We spend a good deal of energy looking around corners and inside the lives of other people for change
when it is an innate spiritual element woven within the fabric of our own faith. If we dare to begin with hope, a powerful, combustible element longing to be released may slowly seep into our stagnant places and cause us to move in new directions. That is what this book is all about and I don't believe that you are reading it by accident.
With that being said, let us garner hope, release faith, and move forward.
Trying to create love is like reinventing the wheel... It already exists.
M. Handy
Now, holding on to who you are and letting go of who you think you should be, can admittedly be a balancing act that requires a beam of discernment. Personally, I've had trouble in some areas of letting go
that have required a great deal of resolve, and at times rejection from those people and things that seem near and dear to me... Observations have revealed that people have scopes through which they become comfortable viewing you; take that scope away from them and things become unfocused; their lines of reasoning become blurred and they don't quite know how to perceive you or your new found choices. I don't know about you, but my mistake was in trying to convince these people that I had changed and to give me their blessing of acceptance. But, if truth be told, the only way to gain someone's acceptance is to set their perspectives at ease. However, if you are in the process of maturing, your own growth may demand that the onlooker attend to his own perspective.
Note: We have all been the onlooker.
Now, in the onlooker’s defense, their doubt and scrutiny is a sure sign that things are changing. It is the very energy and/or vibe of their shifting
perspective that makes me respect the struggle of the seed whose mission it is to become a flower. It is here, (pointing a finger at my heart and mind) that I admit stumbling awkwardly in the shift,
but at the same time, am forced to re-examine my position... Decidedly, I reach for my staff (the thing that helps me take a stand and pace my steps) made of courage. I then grip its well-worn curvatures of faith in a God who proves Himself daily and move forward on this terrain called life. I measure my progress by not just remembering the distance traveled, but in pin pointing the geography of my soul and the latitude of my spirit. The position, or should I say the condition
of each will determine my quality of life and the path of my destination.
And so my not so dainty story of change
begins...
In my younger days, my biggest downfall was refusing to use my God-given bifocals of discernment. These particular bifocals were acutely smudged when it came to men, meaning, I did not scrutinize a man beyond the vantage point of how he could benefit me - which was really rather shallow. Now, I never was a gold-digger, no-not at all. My needs were much more elaborate than reaping mere coins... I was shopping for the ideal husband (of the Ozzie and Ruby Dee variety) and the bait I used had to be of a certain quality. Therefore, nothing was too good for my man and I was determined to be a panorama of indispensability! For this cause, I would set snares of fabulous meals and rich deserts - traps of facial expressions and body language that expressed total attentiveness. If any gratitude at all was expressed, I would feign a tone of modesty and say, Oh, I’m just glad you enjoyed it!
I followed the 1959, marriage manual to the letter. And, after a full tour of ME
who could ask for anything more? Right? Wrong! I was a Sunday Manic Matinee, who, to the trained eye projected cinematic shock waves of fear and neediness.
Note: There are only a few places where men will accommodate drama.
Everyday life is not one of them.
Now, why I had this need to control, and/or micro-manage certain aspects that should flow naturally was not yet determined. On some level, I thought that I needed to heal the blind, aka, manipulate the gentleman's mind into believing that I alone was worth the monogamous trip down the church isle and into a home filled with fantastic love, children and security.
Key word here: worth
Oh, the displays of perfect hair, cleavage and teeth while releasing lilts of laughter to the stupidest jokes imaginable... But it was the seductive eye contact that unusually sealed the deal.
...In these moments of seduction I held my dear, sweet candidate captivated and wondering what was going to happen next. He belonged only to me and there was no fear of abandonment or competition... There was also no mental grasp on the dangers of habitual spontaneity! Plausibly, (somewhere along the way) subconsciously I accepted that I was responsible for the ebb and flow of these moments
and could feel the weight of my next performance needing to be better than the last... What to say, what to do, how to keep him guessing and engaged? The whole thing was an exhausting challenge, but when all things worked together as planned, magic was born. And, this magic was the resin of my addiction.
I'm looking at my clock of judgment, knowing that right about now I'm being compared to a housewives’ reality show. But, if you would humor me by tilting your head to the right and squinting just a little, I'm sure you will see a familiar aspect somewhere in this story.
Yes, dear reader, I was hooked on the art of seduction, the attention it produced, and the womb-like comfort of cuddling my perspective Mr. Right. What I didn't realize was that any physical compensation derived from these encounters was merely a byproduct of my addiction. There were rarely any earth-moving results, yet I was willing to bandage the boo-boos of my disappointments if I thought he might commit... Go figure.
Note: Sometimes we are better off with the two in the bush
The seed of the need for feeling secure was planted early on in childhood when various relatives cared for me during my mothers’ illness. During those years, I hid within the confines of people-pleasing manners, behaviors and wide smiles. But, inwardly I was a rattling cage of fear and insecurity needing to feel whole and accepted. After a while, the needs became desires that took up residency in the laboratory of my emotions. As a pubescent professor, I created a scenario of what secure
looked and felt like. This created creature included a husband (my shinning knight), children (someone to protect, as I had not been protected), a home (my bunker) and a white picket fence as my dysfunctional boundary line against...against pain. I had even visualized a certain brand of male/female synchronicity and the fruit of its sensual bliss.
Note: Kids are people too
My desires seemed validated by black and white films depicting perfect couples in cozy neighborhoods whose homes were filled with the aroma of fresh baked cookies and husbands who came home at night. Like a magnet, I drew romance from sappy Soaps, devouring the likes of General Hospital with its Luke and Laura
bliss! Then came Carrie from Sex in the City,
with her Mr. Big, who, by the way put the icing on my cake of sexy love! But, apparently, TV Romance
didn't go over so well in the real world. And, my love, marriage, and a baby carriage
theories translated into rushed invitations to get this "fairytale love on the road!
You'd think this outcome would stop me, but it did not. I was determined to trap... I mean, get
me a man! Truth be told, they could be slippery little suckers, determined not to commit.
Note: Men are not stupid, they do, however recognize opportunities of free sex, meals and problem solvers.
For years, I watched my girlfriends use similar hair, cleavage, and make-up bait, trapping the so-called good ones
. Some of them had so many children that if they joined hands one might mistake them for a small Sunday school going on an outing!
...At times I was tempted to sing Kumbaya.
And closing up the rear of this kid caravan, would be a smiling man, starched, pressed and opening the door of a minivan. Then, there were those women who slaughtered the term, PDA (Public Displays of Affection) and replaced it with, PDE (Public Displays of Emasculation)! And the man still came home, payed every bill and washed clothes, dishes, and sticky kids! It was moments like this that I internally grabbed both sides of my head and screamed!
Note: Men are long-term thinkers. They need to have a role that is clearly definable (outside of sugar daddy and sex king).
In these cases, I should have been paying closer attention to the women because their boundary lines were clearly defined; and evidenced by the way they were treated. I was jealous but could not look away and at the same time could not look deeper within. So, with a flat tummy and plump buns I continued enjoying the sensations of external living. Due to the excess, my soul was becoming cirrhotic-ally restructured by childhood fears of abandonment and the unfiltered toxins of one bad relationship after the other. Inside the junkyard/laboratory of my pain I continued finding pieces of men (that appealed to my inner child) to build the perfect family. They were broken pieces because I brought them with the currency of my own spiritual bankruptcy.