when does sugar become sweet? by nikki skies

from the root? from perception? from the experience? when does sugar become sweet?

For me it is from the experience. And it is probably this for most others since we are not physically sugar canes. Be that, when does art become good? When is a love affair over? When is enough enough? When am I a bad parent?

These are all boundaries I have created for myself. My own little box I keep painted and maintained to look like my body with smooth brown skin. Perhaps like my mother felt when rearing my sister, brother and I, she was doing the best she could. She was doing what she knew and felt best at that time. And at times her decisions were based on her personal needs and I encountered moments of disappointment. However, what made me feel this way? The root, the perception or the experience?

It is all.

My oldest niece lives with associate disorder. (I have accepted this is the nice way of saying early stages of schizophrenia.) She dissociates herself with authority. She is bold and impulsive and therefore dissociates herself with effect. I am her guardian and have experienced bouts of fear and anger and sadness with this realization. Even though my sweetheart is an honor roll student in middle school, she does not understand these conversations I have with her. I can tell by the narrowing of her eyes. She just knows she is being scolded for “something”. When does her sugar become sweet? At her root? Her perception? Her experience? Is there truly an impact for her to acquaint with when she, like everyone else, is simply living out her karma?

Fear is the unknown. And like any parent, I send myself in frenzied panic attacks over her future. But when free from ostentation, I can empty my mind and live with her sugar being sweet under all three possibilities. Therefore declaring her a whole person.

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6 thoughts on “when does sugar become sweet? by nikki skies”

  1. There are no easy answers & in that We can take comfort in knowing that we simply don’t know.
    Dad was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s in the late seventies, a time when it was generally associated with aluminum or horses. Sounds almost silly today but we didn’t know then. About 7 years later it was a schizophrenia diagnosis. Living with this unknown illness forty years on it never relents its grip yet I have had to simply accept its presence and Love my Father all the more.
    Your not alone, seek out those with experience because this disease lasts a lifetime yet nurturing is Always possible. The Creator doesn’t give Us more than We can handle. Do not fear your future rather give your Love at every opportunity, that you will never regret.

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