I noticed the thought while I was standing near the sacred, Native American Rock, that tiny boxes are so limiting that I almost tripped and landed in a thicket of berries. The bold lines which define the plain, white squares are statements to human kind. The separating line between two clans, teams or groups is boldly part of our culture. The walls separate and segregate. It is because I was completing a form and disliked the taste of the arrogance of the thing that created the paper with tiny boxes that led me into a tail spin. Yet, I found gratitude and made an opportunity to find peace and love on the page- once I made my own tiny boxes. I understand the section where it says name- That is clear, we are born, we have names, and we use these names to call upon each other, I get this. Yet some people and creatures names are numbers. Does this confuse the computer or scan tron? The gender question, are they serious, only two choices, male and female, and clearly there should be more boxes here. However I find this section quite irritating- because why does it matter which gender? It does not!!! Hallelujah!!!! Marital status, this is no ones business, so I argued this and it was explained that there may be a discount if you are widowed or otherwise, well I thought, "That's special." And my most favorite is the section about race. I always thought African American had something to do with where someone was born. I recently learned that this box identifies color as do all the other boxes in this section. Why in the world would color matter? That's like asking, " List the size of your liver." And, my most favorite, favorite, favorite is; Military Status, this should read; Mood Status....... Why then I could answer. Have you purchase a toaster lately, yes or no, exactly why dos it matter, who reads this? Does it all really matter? Or are these small boxes put here to remind us how insignificant our lives are that the whole of it fits into a box? Or does it matter so much that we hold value to what fits in the box . The Age section.... I had to stop here...... because I was told, " Mam this is a security question." So it was about this point that I found my self frustrated and irritable with the box nonsense, not feeling peace and love, decided to make my own peace and love boxes on the form and this is how they read-
- Peace Party
- None of your business
- All of your business
- Yes Please
- No thank you
- All Colors
- Homo sapien
- Happy Person
- Very Energetic Person
- Sort of Tired
- I think I am a man but feel like a woman today
- Androgynous
- Every Religion
- No Region
- Seeking UFO intervention
- Sober for 10 years
- Super High
- Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Purple
- ALL Colors: Primary, Secondary, Tertiary & HUES
- I am, I am, Sam I am!
- Call me what you like
- 108
- Thank you
- Have a great day
- List 10 things that are great about your life
- I like dogs
- Old and Young, thank you for asking
- Earth
- Military Status- I own camo pants and owned a jeep once
- Abel-ed Body
- Disabled Body
- I LOVE my BODY
- I love you
- I love myself
- I am brilliant
- You are brilliant
- Life is GREAT
- Let's Party!
After I made my own boxes I felt better about the form- also doodled some YIN YANG, Peace signs, many hearts, of course the Om, tons of stars, squiggles and circles and more hearts a sun for kicks and smiley face cause it fit. I handed it over and said, " Toodles." All of this nonsense and some sense of boxes kept racing through my mind as I stood near the rock, berries and creek. I stopped, took a deep breath, noticed the oaks, water falling over the rocks and blue sky. I relaxed, felt gratitude for small boxes and small energy as well as outta boxes and dynamic energy. I continued walking and kept focus on the moment, the grass and sky. Feeling Free!
