Disconnected Realities 

Disconnected realities

Watching them
Spiritualize war, greed,
separation and fear

Somehow it’s always
God’s will
especially when it’s not

The disconnectors
of reality
Keep ushering in
the crowds
Taking us to
the house of mirrors
to see a distorted image
of who we are
Hoping we hold that image
Because if we do
We’ll ride the rest
of the rides
at a disconnected carnival
with periodic amusement
at parks filled with
not-so-merry go rounds,
bumpercars of ego
always clashing 
never connecting,
cotton candy with
no nutritional value,
overpriced lemonade
made from the lemons
life gave us,
lured into rigged games
by slick-talking carnies
strung out on disconnection
who count on us
to see a distorted image
of ourselves
so they can feed
on insecurities,
and sell us
something else
we don’t need

When all we need is each other 

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Support Survivors 

I thought these two letters from the Archdiocese of Detroit burned in an apartment fire we had a couple of years ago. These are the letters an Archdiocese will send to adults who were child victims of sexual abuse by a priest. One of the letters gives an update about the predator priest, explaining if he’s dead, excommunicated, etc. The other letter gives a formal apology from the Catholic Church.

I experienced many years of nightmares, waking up punching and crying, addiction, self-sabatoge, and homelessness. I didn’t find the courage to talk about what happened to me, for me. God gave me the courage to talk about what happened to me, for others.

When I speak about the healing road of the  sacred, seventeen inch walk from our head back to our heart, it’s from experience. God and I walked it together from victim to survivor to thriver to victory and freedom. It’s a walk I am honored to be able to take youth and young adults on every day in my full time calling. I’ve experienced and witnessed too many miracles to be a skeptic. Healing and miracles happen when we support survivors and allow them to be their own experts, because we can only be experts of our own experience. And my experience is that God truly can and will bring full restoration and healing when we are surrounded by other miracle-minded, God-serving individuals who don’t look upon others as broken, but look upon others as breaking through to a whole new level of healing (posttraumatic growth) that will empower them to share healing with countless others. 

~ Walk in Beauty,

Anthony Goulet 

It’s Truly Never Personal

A man, who happened to be Native American was sitting at a meeting. During the meeting a man across from him began saying horrific things about Native Americans as he peered directly at the Native American man. The Native American man just smiled and sipped his coffee.

A woman sitting next to the Native American man leaned over and whispered, “Aren’t you Native American?”

“We are older than that term and the other terms that have been imposed upon us, but generally speaking, yes.”

“Doesn’t it bother you what that man is saying about Native Americans?”

The Native American man leaned towards the woman and chuckled, “Ma’am, that man hasn’t said one word about Native Americans. However, that man is speaking volumes about himself.”

Beauty for Ashes

Beauty for Ashes

Today is the 9 month anniversary of our 23 year old daughter, Kelin, passing from the physical realm. Some moments are more difficult than others, but each moment is filled with a gift.

A few months ago, Kelin’s son, Andy, our grandson who is 2 and a half years old, woke up and said, “My mom came to me in a dream last night, hugged me, told me I am handsome and that she’s going to bring me chocolates.”

For me, beauty for ashes doesn’t always mean that the Creator says, “Poof! Here’s peace.” Sometimes beauty for ashes comes from the Creator by us allowing Love, Prayer, Laughter and Tears to take us by the hand, and sing, write, draw, or paint the pain out until the beauty comes forth.

Today was a day to do my best with words and paint to honor Kelin, as well as honor the beautiful reminder from God through a 2 and a half year old child. A reminder that we are all ever-connected by and with Love. There is no death, only transition, and our loved ones who are no longer with us in physical form can certainly give us hugs and chocolates from heaven when our hearts are open to receive them.

~ Walk in Beauty, Walk in Love

Moments of No Words

As a writer, I love words, yet I also love it when words stop – those moments in this life when there are no words. For it is in those moments where we see if the words we’ve written, spoken or quoted ever meant anything.

They talked and talked
Until they couldn’t talk anymore
The last words they wrote
were a question:
If we couldn’t speak
for the rest of our life,
what would the rest
of our life speak about us?

Dear Friend,

Dear Friend,

Recently I’ve encountered many people who are and have been doing incredible healing work in their communities. And because of all that’s going on in the world, they’re now questioning if they’ve made or are making any positive difference at all. In my travels and conversations with family and friends, doubt and cynicism seem to be on the rise. This concerns me. God placed this letter on my heart to share love and encouragement with you.

In the past twenty-six years in my calling in youth development I have attended many funerals for young people. I have experienced many grieving parent’s tears shed upon my shoulders as they screamed in agony from losing their child. I’ve been in courtrooms many times as a young person I knew and worked with was given a life sentence. I’ve been in abandoned buildings where children have not had any solid foods for over a week. I’ve been in drug houses and assisted law enforcement in rescuing youth who were being bought and sold for sex. I could go on and on with examples about the evil that is encountered in my work, our society, and around the world, and I am sure you can too.

We can count our scars as the number of times we’ve been wounded and compare tragedies, or we can count our scars as the number of times we’ve been healed and share miracles. It’s not about what you walk into, it’s about what you walk in with. You, my dear friend, walk into the darkest moments of people’s lives delivering light. Can we change what’s already happened in our lives or the lives of others? No. Can we influence what happens next? Absolutely! And sometimes we forget that influencing what happens next is more powerful than what happened before. Inter-generational healing is more powerful than inter-generational trauma. And what an honor it is to be part of a cycle of healing. Thank you for choosing with the Creator of your understanding to be the healing force you’re created to be. I could go on and on with stories of overcoming all odds, fortitude, resilience, healing and miracles that is encountered in my work, our society, and around the world, and I am sure you can too.

A dear friend of mine, who has selflessly served his community for many decades recently described his decades of countless contributions as, “It’s like trying to punch a hole in water. It doesn’t do any good. It’s just a nice illusion.” I reminded him that feeling as if what we’re doing is not making a positive difference is the illusion, not the truth. We all feel like that from time to time, especially after experiencing tragedy. But what is it that we guide our young people to do when they’ve experienced pain, loss and tragedy? We guide them in honoring their feelings. We guide them in expressing their feelings in a manner that is not destructive. We guide them in channeling their pain, loss, and tragedy into healing medicines for themselves, their family, and our communities. We guide them in how to use every stone that life hits them with as a stepping stone to create a better path for themselves and others, instead of using those stones to build a wall around their hearts and give up.  And isn’t that exactly what guided you to the path of service you’re on right now? Now isn’t the time to give up. Now is the time to remember why you started and why you’ve held on so long.

Any reason why we want to give up on our vision, mission, and purpose is also the same place where our vision, mission, and purpose can become even more clear, refueled and restored. The work you do is so important and I thank you for doing it. I honor you for doing it.

Sincerely,

Anthony Goulet