Boys can be more, they can be heroes in a new way.’: Miracle Monday 6

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First Day at School – June Perkins

This week my Mum was sad because her niece lost her son and it brought many sad memories back for her of the loss of one of her son’s, one of my brothers.

It always saddens me to think of the lost potential, especially of young men who feel disenfranchised, lost and who start to do high risk things that ultimately lead to their death.

This week I am particularly thinking of young men who hurt themselves, and or hurt people close to them and who just don’t think through consequences. Add to this a mix of illegal and legal substances that further alter the capacity to make rational and reasoned decisions and you have a lethal road to nowhere fast.

These young men become the sad memories, the accused of crimes, the source of pain to their families and communities – and this week you see it clearly portrayed in the media.  It’s there in United Nations reports where men turn on their own communities and especially the women and children and subject them to violence. The fall out of their actions brings sorrow to victims of their decisions, and to their own families. What is the back story? How does it end up this way?

Is it being bullied, bullying, subjection to prejudice,  mental illness, lack of opportunity, racism, having to fight in wars, lack of employment,  being abused by others and never having justice or treatment, lack of spirituality?

As a mother of two sons I want to be someone whose sons never intentionally hurt others, who make decisions that empower their own lives, and their sons and daughters if they should have them. I want them to have a realisation of the miracle of their own existence, and a connection to people who care and empower them.

I want to balance protection, with giving them the opportunity to develop decision making powers of their own – to be able to fly into their futures.

I don’t blame mums for all the problems of their sons, some sons are just going to do what they will, whatever anyone says, but I also don’t think Mums are powerless. We can raise that next generation through our example and our expectations for them.

No more saying ‘boys will be boys,’ but ‘boys can be more, they can be heroes in a new way.’

Anyway back to my Mum, I felt for her sorrow and wanted to cheer her up. My youngest son rang her to let her know of his wonderful week at school, in music and mathematics. I hope that he cheered her up. There are boys we hope, pray, actively raise and dream up to be heroes in a new way.

Today I acknowledge the miracle of life, and honour the role of mothers and communities to raise sons/young men who will nurture the next generation and themselves.

I thank all of those people who have so far played a role in honouring and bringing out the spirituality of my sons, family, friends, teachers and community.  Keep on, keeping on, and let’s hope that there are better futures for our boys.

I dedicate the raising of my sons to my Mum and Dad.  I dedicate it also to their children and my community.

For those of you who haven’t seen it yet, check out Patrick Stewart’s Speech.  Now that’s inspirational!  We can stop the cycle.

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Nurturing session for a young man – June Perkins

Love – the Story of Zach: Miracle Monday 5

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By June Perkins

The miracle of love enables us to let go when we cannot change things.

Love for eternity knows no boundaries and no end.

Over the weekend I was deeply moved watching the story of Zach which aptly illustrates the kind of love I am talking about.

“Zach Sobiech, at the age of 14, found out he had a rare form of terminal cancer. So he became a rock star, and millions of people got to see his music before he passed away on May 20, 2013. This is his beautiful story.”

You can find the rest of his story by going HERE, and be warned you will need some tissues for this one.

Zach’s story teaches so much about letting people we know that we care, about living life to the full as if everyday is our last but not selflishly, selflessly.

It’s about being happy, no matter what, even if death is visible at life’s door.

Zach’s song ‘Clouds’, continues to raise money and awareness about cancer and how it effects families.

Fly onward on your spiritual journey, in peace and song Zach!

As for my own story of the Miracle of Love, I think it would have to be the story of how my parents met and ignoring all the people who said they shouldn’t be together because of cultural and colour differences, married and had me.

This is a story I am still working on finding out more about.

Do you have a story to share about the miracle of love?

Empowerment of Women: Miracle Monday 2

Women center in Sharga
Umaid- Flickr Creative Commons – Photo by Albert González Farran

 

Women – when strengthened can do so much.  There  are miracles I see in my mother’s life and my own and in the global world of women that bear testament to this.

When my mother was a child, she was the caretaker of the pigs.  She had to feed them and fatten them up for the village and then let go.  But she was destined to leave her village in Papua New Guinea for a very different future life journey, first to go to a mission school, and then to do nursing, and finally to move to Australia with her Australian husband and here have many occupations and three children.  I didn’t grow up to be a caretaker of the pigs.

This is an historical miracle, in the sense that my dear parents chose not to see colour, background, experience as limiting their love for each other.  They were brought together by his desire to travel and  understand the world (his father was an Esperantist) and her family’s desire to see their daughter educated.  They met and then had me in Papua New Guinea and my brothers in Australia. She traveled away from, family, village, country for love and went through homesickness that only now I begin to understand.

One sad thing is that my mother has never learnt to drive. They didn’t have a car when she grew up, or a culture of going for a licence.  She tried a few times when she first came to Australia, but never quite made it.  So the next miracle was that finally her daughter, me, with the help of the Farmer’s Wife went for a licence.  I thought of my Bubu (grandmother) in her village and my Mum and I was determined to learn to drive and break new ground for my daughter.

My Mum was so proud of me! More proud of me than anything I had ever done, I think.

What does driving for a woman today mean?   The same things it means for a man? Independence to go where and when you need to, more job opportunities, the ability to go for certain jobs, a way to assist one’s family when they are in trouble.

To be a migrant woman without a licence was so hard for my Mum. I think compassionately of women coming to Australia without them and of women still in need of their freedom of transport.  Nevertheless I am still very proud of my Mum, who has raised goods much needed by hospitals and sent countless things home to villages and family.  She has never forgotten the place that raised her.

Now for global women miracles.  Women across the world are doing similar things.  They are taking their place in governing their countries and in ‘non-traditional’ work places.

In places torn apart by war and famine their role has become integral in the recovery, healing and economic viability of their nations.  I am particularly impressed by the women of the Sudan.

After a twenty two year conflict, which severely impacted everyone, but especially women,  the United Nations reports that great improvements have been made through strengthening the opportunities and education for women.

Women Holding Registration Cards
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Women gained the right to vote in 1964. They now have 25% representation in all sectors, part of a peace agreement and over 90% of women in rural areas are in the workforce.

I find it interesting that when there is massive killing in a country, and women make up the majority of the population they must be strengthened for the society to function well.  It is something that everyone can see and of course it has happened in places other than the Sudan.

What a miracle it must seem after so many years to see women have opportunity, input and not be subject to the vulnerabilities that wars bring.

What’s your miracle for women’s equality?  Have you seen one in everyday life, or on the news recently?  

By June Perkins

Miracle Monday

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Light on Lagoon – June Perkins

There are positive and amazing stories out there – and I am going to be on the look out for them every Monday to start the week.  They might come from memories, they might be in events right now, but it just seems that the world is in need of miracles and the acknowledgement of miracles.

I acknowledge the challenges, the gloom and doom but I want to have a Miracle Monday.

If you want to join me and have your own miracle Monday just post it in the comments here and on your own blog and please share your own stories of miracles (large or small) from your life and if okay with them the lives of friends or neighbours.

Miracle is defined thus:

  1. A surprising and welcome event that is not explicable by natural or scientific laws and is considered to be divine.
  2. A highly improbable or extraordinary event, development, or accomplishment.
  3. “Miracles are spontaneous, they cannot be summoned, but come of themselves” (Katherine Anne Porter).

Any of the above definitions qualifies as miracle.  It doesn’t have to happen on Monday – just be shared on a Monday.

I think often miracles happen as unexpected acts of kindness from others.

One miracle story often shared is that of something sorely needed being provided out of the blue.  After cyclone Yasi we had many miracle events.  It was a humbling experience to have things provided spontaneously by people all across Australia.

One of the most precious was the bedding that appeared on our front door step at the new house we were temporarily moving into.  I still don’t know who put it there.  We had our mattresses but no sheets or pillow slips organised.  They were somewhere in suitcases under a huge mess and were damp and in need of a wash.

Low and behold the ones on the door step enabled us to go to sleep early and not have to search for sheets probably in need of a wash or even a throw out.

It was small miracle, but a sweet one, unasked for, but given by some kind souls.