'cause truth is not for the mind to know, it's for the Spirit to feel.""""
1 year ago
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Saturday, December 20, 2008
End of School year
WHEW!I just took my final test for school this year..and i am DONE until Jan 5th. This is my first year in college and it has been tough at times juggling 2 school enrollments, 2 business's,various kids,single mom, getting settled into a new area, new roof, leaking sinks,catching 30 babies this year, and LOTs more going on.. but i DID IT!!
I am proud of myself for DOING the next thing..doing what needs to be done TODAY cause sometimes thats ALL i could emotionally and physically DO. I am one year closer to my Bachelors of Science in midwifery and really im learning a lot. I still do school work in chunks of time-- intense 4 or 5 hours then off for 2 days.. and so much of the work is research and writing!
So for the next 2 weeks, Im gonna rest, not read any textbooks, and enjoy yule with my kids and friends.
Maybe go to a party on New years Eve and HAVE FUN!!!
May the Yule season bring you love and kindness and charity and warmth!!!
I am proud of myself for DOING the next thing..doing what needs to be done TODAY cause sometimes thats ALL i could emotionally and physically DO. I am one year closer to my Bachelors of Science in midwifery and really im learning a lot. I still do school work in chunks of time-- intense 4 or 5 hours then off for 2 days.. and so much of the work is research and writing!
So for the next 2 weeks, Im gonna rest, not read any textbooks, and enjoy yule with my kids and friends.
Maybe go to a party on New years Eve and HAVE FUN!!!
May the Yule season bring you love and kindness and charity and warmth!!!
Friday, December 19, 2008
When will women learn....
that Male oriented medicine does NOT benefit women. We are NOT important to western medicine and never will be. We are guinea pigs and a source of LOTS of money to the medical system. DO you think they care if we have to cut off our breasts? or cut out our uterus when we are past what they consider childbearing years? As if the only reason we have these body parts is to produce children?? Do we really think they care about us as women holistically? If they dont, then WHY in effin freakin hell do we allow MEN to diagnose and PRACTICE medicine on us?????????????????
Study confirms HRT linked to breast cancer
and bribery at the Nobel Peace Prize Awards
Study confirms HRT linked to breast cancer
and bribery at the Nobel Peace Prize Awards
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Little Wonder Lyrics
Let it go
Let it roll right off your shoulder
Don't you know
The hardest part is over
Let it in
Let your clarity define you
In the end
We will only just remember how it feels
Our lives are made
In these small hours
These little wonders
These twists and turns of fate
Time falls away,
But these small hours
These small hours
Still remain
Let it slide
Let your troubles fall behind you
Let it shine,
Till you feel it all around you
And I don't mind
If it's me you need to turn to
We'll get by
It's the heart that really matters in the end
Our lives are made
In these small hours
These little wonders
These twists and turns of fate
Time falls away
But these small hours
These small hours
Still remain
All of my regret
Will wash away somehow
But I cannot forget
the way I feel right now
In these small hours
These little wonders
These twists and turns of fate
Yeah, these twisted turns of fate
Time falls away
Yeah, but these small hours,
These small hours
Still remain
Yeah, oh they still remain
These little wonders
All these twists and turns of fate
Time falls away
But these small hours
These little wonders
Still remain
Ever the same
"Ever The Same"
We were drawn from the weeds
We were brave like soldiers
Falling down under the pale moonlight
You were holding to me
Like a someone broken
And I couldn't tell you but I'm telling you now
Just let me hold you while you're falling apart
Just let me hold you and we'll both fall down
Fall on me
Tell me everything you want me to be
Forever with you forever in me
Ever the same
We would stand in the wind
We were free like water
Flowing down
Under the warmth of the sun
Now it's cold and we're scared
And we've both been shaken
Hey, look at us
Man, this doesn't need to be the end
Just let me hold you while you're falling apart
Just let me hold you and we'll both fall down
Fall on me tell me everything you want me to be
Forever with you
Forever in me
Ever the same
Call on me
I'll be there for you and you'll be there for me
Forever it's you
Forever in me
Ever the same
You may need me there
To carry all your weight
But you're no burden I assure
You tide me over
With a warmth I'll not forget
But I can only give you love
Fall on me tell me everything you want me to be
Forever with you
Forever in me
Ever the same
Call on me
I'll be there for you and you'll be there for me
Forever it's you
Forever in me
Ever the same
Forever with you
Forever in me
Ever the same(Ever the same)
Yule
I have to say Yule is not my favorite season. I love some of the traditions of Yule but i hate the religious aspects of it. Since Every thing done on yule from the tree, to the wreath, to presents to decorating is pagan, its just wrong that a religious group has made this very pagan celebration a religious event. If they would do JUST a bit of research they would realize the birth story aint about Jesus..but Mostly about Mithras..one of many Gods born of a virgin (which by the way means a not married woman) and even born on Dec 25th. So really Mithras is the reason for the season..THOUGH this sect was very anti woman and only for celibate men...
Anyway.. i do have Yule things going on. Since i have 9 kids we all drew 3 names each for gift giving, they each have to do something in the month of Dec that is giving to the community or a person without any giving back and on the day we open gifts they must bring a poem or something to read and then each makes a dish for the meal. I have a live tree up, as much pagan stuff as i can find :) and a very cute ice skating penguin which will always have a special place in my heart.
so Happy Yule to All and i pray love finds a way to your life and that Peace is that which we all endeavor for within our own world.
Anyway.. i do have Yule things going on. Since i have 9 kids we all drew 3 names each for gift giving, they each have to do something in the month of Dec that is giving to the community or a person without any giving back and on the day we open gifts they must bring a poem or something to read and then each makes a dish for the meal. I have a live tree up, as much pagan stuff as i can find :) and a very cute ice skating penguin which will always have a special place in my heart.
so Happy Yule to All and i pray love finds a way to your life and that Peace is that which we all endeavor for within our own world.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
December
I love winter. The slowing down, the cooler weather, the fire and cooking lots of soups and stews.
Yesterday and Today though we have had VAST amounts of rain so that my pond is overflowing and creating a river down the hill into the pasture where the little creek is. The pond is right outside our back door maybe 3o feet..and i was concerned it would overflow to the house..but it has not. this is the first time it has been back to normal and beyond since the bad drought summer of 07. I hope those 100 catfish babies i put in the pond in the spring are HAPPY!!!
Yesterday and Today though we have had VAST amounts of rain so that my pond is overflowing and creating a river down the hill into the pasture where the little creek is. The pond is right outside our back door maybe 3o feet..and i was concerned it would overflow to the house..but it has not. this is the first time it has been back to normal and beyond since the bad drought summer of 07. I hope those 100 catfish babies i put in the pond in the spring are HAPPY!!!
Saturday, December 6, 2008
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Not the Loss Alone
Not the loss alone,
But what comes after.
If it ended completely
At loss, the rest
Wouldn't matter.
But you go on.
And the world also.
And words, words
In a poem or song:
Aren't they a stream
On which your feelings float?
Aren't they also
The banks of that stream
And you yourself the flowing?
~ Gregory Orr ~
During the hardest of times, the most sorrowful days, the nights of grief and regret, I have always turned to Words to help me navigate my feelings. I find the words of others who understand the pain or sorrow to be comforting and empowering. Over the last few years I have kept a collection of poems/prose/quotes that when i read them now, I can remember why i choose each piece. It is also like a journal of my journey during those dark times. I can see myself climbing out of the darkness and venturing towards peace and light even though it was a slow process.
Sorrow, Regret, Loss and Pain are all part of what we call life on this earth. Even though words of others can help make sense of our emotions, there is nothing like a big hug from a friend to make all right with the world--at least for that moment.
But what comes after.
If it ended completely
At loss, the rest
Wouldn't matter.
But you go on.
And the world also.
And words, words
In a poem or song:
Aren't they a stream
On which your feelings float?
Aren't they also
The banks of that stream
And you yourself the flowing?
~ Gregory Orr ~
During the hardest of times, the most sorrowful days, the nights of grief and regret, I have always turned to Words to help me navigate my feelings. I find the words of others who understand the pain or sorrow to be comforting and empowering. Over the last few years I have kept a collection of poems/prose/quotes that when i read them now, I can remember why i choose each piece. It is also like a journal of my journey during those dark times. I can see myself climbing out of the darkness and venturing towards peace and light even though it was a slow process.
Sorrow, Regret, Loss and Pain are all part of what we call life on this earth. Even though words of others can help make sense of our emotions, there is nothing like a big hug from a friend to make all right with the world--at least for that moment.
logos
Logos
Why wonder about the loaves and the fishes?
If you say the right words, the wine expands.
If you say them with love
and the felt ferocity of that love
and the felt necessity of that love,
the fish explode into the many.
Imagine him, speaking,
and don't worry about what is reality,
or what is plain, or what is mysterious.
If you were there, it was all those things.
If you can imagine it, it was all those things.
Eat, drink, be happy.
Accept the miracle.
Accept, too, each spoken word
spoken with love.
~ Mary Oliver ~
Why wonder about the loaves and the fishes?
If you say the right words, the wine expands.
If you say them with love
and the felt ferocity of that love
and the felt necessity of that love,
the fish explode into the many.
Imagine him, speaking,
and don't worry about what is reality,
or what is plain, or what is mysterious.
If you were there, it was all those things.
If you can imagine it, it was all those things.
Eat, drink, be happy.
Accept the miracle.
Accept, too, each spoken word
spoken with love.
~ Mary Oliver ~
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Be patient....
"Toward all that is unresolved in your heart: be patient.
Try to love the questions.
Do not seek the answers which cannot be given.
You would not be able to live them.
Live everything. Live the questions now.
You will gradually, without knowing it,
live into the answers some distant day."
Rainer Maria Rilke,
Try to love the questions.
Do not seek the answers which cannot be given.
You would not be able to live them.
Live everything. Live the questions now.
You will gradually, without knowing it,
live into the answers some distant day."
Rainer Maria Rilke,
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Thanksgiving National Day of Mourning
thanksgiving-national-day-of-mourning
And then i found this link and it REALLY hit home for me.(an excerpt..are you brave enough to read the whole article??)
""But Thanksgiving in this country—and in particular in Plymouth—is much more than a harvest home festival. It is a celebration of pilgrim mythology.
According to this mythology, the pilgrims arrived, the Native people fed them and welcomed them, the Indians promptly faded into the background, and everyone lived happily ever after.
The pilgrims are glorified and mythologized because the circumstances of the first English-speaking colony in Jamestown were frankly too ugly (for example, they turned to cannibalism to survive) to hold up as an effective national myth.
The pilgrims did not find an empty land any more than Columbus “discovered” anything. Every inch of this land is Indian land. The pilgrims (who did not even call themselves pilgrims) did not come here seeking religious freedom; they already had that in Holland.
They came here as part of a commercial venture. They introduced sexism, racism, anti-lesbian and -gay bigotry, jails and the class system to these shores. One of the very first things they did when they arrived on Cape Cod—before they even made it to Plymouth—was to rob Wampanoag graves at Corn Hill and steal as much of the Indians’ winter provisions of corn and beans as they were able to carry.
They were no better than any other group of Europeans when it came to their treatment of the Indigenous peoples here. And, no, they did not even land at that sacred shrine called Plymouth Rock, a monument to racism and oppression which we are proud to say we buried in 1995.
The first official “Day of Thanksgiving” was proclaimed in 1637 by Governor Winthrop. He did so to celebrate the safe return of men from the Massachusetts Bay Colony who had gone to Mystic, Conn., to participate in the massacre of over 700 Pequot women, children and men..............
And then i found this link and it REALLY hit home for me.(an excerpt..are you brave enough to read the whole article??)
""But Thanksgiving in this country—and in particular in Plymouth—is much more than a harvest home festival. It is a celebration of pilgrim mythology.
According to this mythology, the pilgrims arrived, the Native people fed them and welcomed them, the Indians promptly faded into the background, and everyone lived happily ever after.
The pilgrims are glorified and mythologized because the circumstances of the first English-speaking colony in Jamestown were frankly too ugly (for example, they turned to cannibalism to survive) to hold up as an effective national myth.
The pilgrims did not find an empty land any more than Columbus “discovered” anything. Every inch of this land is Indian land. The pilgrims (who did not even call themselves pilgrims) did not come here seeking religious freedom; they already had that in Holland.
They came here as part of a commercial venture. They introduced sexism, racism, anti-lesbian and -gay bigotry, jails and the class system to these shores. One of the very first things they did when they arrived on Cape Cod—before they even made it to Plymouth—was to rob Wampanoag graves at Corn Hill and steal as much of the Indians’ winter provisions of corn and beans as they were able to carry.
They were no better than any other group of Europeans when it came to their treatment of the Indigenous peoples here. And, no, they did not even land at that sacred shrine called Plymouth Rock, a monument to racism and oppression which we are proud to say we buried in 1995.
The first official “Day of Thanksgiving” was proclaimed in 1637 by Governor Winthrop. He did so to celebrate the safe return of men from the Massachusetts Bay Colony who had gone to Mystic, Conn., to participate in the massacre of over 700 Pequot women, children and men..............
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Remembrance Dinner
Each year on this november holiday I create a dinner that is a remembrance for all those prosecuted by religious zealots. Though of course our society says its a day set aside for thanking the indians by the pilgrims, what we DONT say is how intolerant they were of the Native Americans beliefs and life. The ironic part is the pilgrims came supposedly!!! because of religious intolerance and yet they themselves tolerated no one--not even themselves.
So i make the traditional meal but i also take a moment to reflect on the hollow thanks indeed it was and how they were murdered and tortured by a religious group later.
SO for this "thanksgiving" day, I want to acknowledge all the Native Americans killed/hurt/tortured/diminished in the Name of God, the women burned and tortured in the name of God, the minorities enslaved and killed in the Name of God and to all people hurt by religious morons that use force, threats, pain,and death to force another group of people to conform.
May we all remember the sorrow and grief families and cultures experienced and may we ask for forgiveness for our part in intolerance in the past and may we honor differences in all we meet. Being thankful for having those who think differently in our lives to show us We just AINT all that.
So i make the traditional meal but i also take a moment to reflect on the hollow thanks indeed it was and how they were murdered and tortured by a religious group later.
SO for this "thanksgiving" day, I want to acknowledge all the Native Americans killed/hurt/tortured/diminished in the Name of God, the women burned and tortured in the name of God, the minorities enslaved and killed in the Name of God and to all people hurt by religious morons that use force, threats, pain,and death to force another group of people to conform.
May we all remember the sorrow and grief families and cultures experienced and may we ask for forgiveness for our part in intolerance in the past and may we honor differences in all we meet. Being thankful for having those who think differently in our lives to show us We just AINT all that.
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Fat Naked Women for PEACE
Watch this whole thing..this is AWESOME!!!
http://www.righteousmothers.com/video/RMVideo.html
http://www.righteousmothers.com/video/RMVideo.html
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Friday, November 7, 2008
Relationships
So what is it about relationships that create such angst and fear? Is it the box we put it in? Is it the inability ourselves to be content that we attract those also not content?
Do we attract into our lives those people who mirror ourselves? including our insecurities, our fears, our weakness? Do we need people who need us so we can feel needed??? Is feeling needed a plus or minus in a relationship? Rather than 2 people completing each other, what about complementing each other? Rather than needing something from this person, what am i giving?
Can we let relationships out of the box that society, culture, religion and personal beliefs have put it in and JUST LET IT BE. A person who crosses my path is a message from Myself/Universe. I need to stop TRYING to make it a relationship and just observe what it adds to my life--however brief it lasts. It is possible to have several soul mates that come and go for a time that they are needed. One relationship is not more important than another in the grand scheme of things. So one ends--even in a heartbreaking way but yet another begins that is more suited to Who i AM now. We all change, why shouldnt our relationships? We should honor the ones we loved, the relationships that taught us many things rather than see them as a waste of time or a mistake.
Creating a equal, committed relationships doesnt take a LOT of energy but it does take a mature acceptance of not only myself but another person. I attract who i Am.
Do we attract into our lives those people who mirror ourselves? including our insecurities, our fears, our weakness? Do we need people who need us so we can feel needed??? Is feeling needed a plus or minus in a relationship? Rather than 2 people completing each other, what about complementing each other? Rather than needing something from this person, what am i giving?
Can we let relationships out of the box that society, culture, religion and personal beliefs have put it in and JUST LET IT BE. A person who crosses my path is a message from Myself/Universe. I need to stop TRYING to make it a relationship and just observe what it adds to my life--however brief it lasts. It is possible to have several soul mates that come and go for a time that they are needed. One relationship is not more important than another in the grand scheme of things. So one ends--even in a heartbreaking way but yet another begins that is more suited to Who i AM now. We all change, why shouldnt our relationships? We should honor the ones we loved, the relationships that taught us many things rather than see them as a waste of time or a mistake.
Creating a equal, committed relationships doesnt take a LOT of energy but it does take a mature acceptance of not only myself but another person. I attract who i Am.
YES!!!!!
and i passed the 1st part of my CPM test!!!! I am soooo happy to have that out of the way. CPM is Certified Professional Midwife and its a certification that some states use for licensing midwives. I live close enough to TN to be able to work there if i want to.. of course ALabama is so backwards and Anti woman and anti birth and anti anything that aint christian that is means nothing.
So now to studystudystudy for the BIGGIE test in Feb :) I am well on my way to New Zealand!!!!!!
So now to studystudystudy for the BIGGIE test in Feb :) I am well on my way to New Zealand!!!!!!
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Obama
what a great victory!! I am so pleased that Obama has won..i think its time for this change and if nothing else maybe these narrow minded people who simple did not want an African American in office will realize how mean they are being. As many times as I have heard shallow smokescreen reasons why they would not vote for Obama, what it boiled down to was a black person in charge. White people seem to think suddenly it will be a war on whiteness....
Maybe instead we should own up to history, attitudes, narrow beliefs, prejudices and cruel words and Support Change. I would like next for a woman to become president to represent ME as a man sure does NOT represnt me in most of the things about my life. Men who havent a clue about Women running things it surely a sign of unbalanced representation.
So even though most of my neighborhood is McCain supporters, I have made sure my Obama sign is showing by my mailbox. I want them to know I am supporting Obama and am glad for change.
Maybe instead we should own up to history, attitudes, narrow beliefs, prejudices and cruel words and Support Change. I would like next for a woman to become president to represent ME as a man sure does NOT represnt me in most of the things about my life. Men who havent a clue about Women running things it surely a sign of unbalanced representation.
So even though most of my neighborhood is McCain supporters, I have made sure my Obama sign is showing by my mailbox. I want them to know I am supporting Obama and am glad for change.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
November
Leaving the month of october is hard..i love the transitional time, the cooler weather, the trees changing and all that october is.
As the new year begins for me--on Nov 1- i take stock of all that needs to be done away with, new things to be planned, old things to be tossed.
I am renewed in my plans to move to new zealand. I feel this is the place i need to be as soon as i can finish my goals.
how does one start a new life in a new country? I find the thought quite exciting and satisfying that when i am able to do this, my life will be about me.. kids will be grown and my life will then be ALL about me and what i want.
I can BE what i want and DO what i want...... that is a pull for me.
to be somewhere finally in my life where I want to be.
As the new year begins for me--on Nov 1- i take stock of all that needs to be done away with, new things to be planned, old things to be tossed.
I am renewed in my plans to move to new zealand. I feel this is the place i need to be as soon as i can finish my goals.
how does one start a new life in a new country? I find the thought quite exciting and satisfying that when i am able to do this, my life will be about me.. kids will be grown and my life will then be ALL about me and what i want.
I can BE what i want and DO what i want...... that is a pull for me.
to be somewhere finally in my life where I want to be.
Friday, October 31, 2008
Happy Samhain!!!!
The end of the year. Me and a friend had a great ritual the night before...and took the kids out in their cute costumes..and it was awesome.
This is a time to reflect on our ancestors, our family already gone to the next life, things that bind us that we no longer want to have keeping us from progressing, bad habits or even people in our lives.
Starting Fresh tomorrow..a new year and a new journey...
Happy Samhain!!!!
This is a time to reflect on our ancestors, our family already gone to the next life, things that bind us that we no longer want to have keeping us from progressing, bad habits or even people in our lives.
Starting Fresh tomorrow..a new year and a new journey...
Happy Samhain!!!!
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
The "real" Halloween Witch
The Halloween Witch
Each year they parade her about ... The traditional witch.
Misshapen green face, stringy scraps of hair,
and a toothless mouth beneath her disfigured nose.
Gnarled knobby fingers twisted into a claw,
protracting from a bent and twisted torso that lurches about on wobbly legs.
Most think this abject image to be the creation of a prejudiced mind, merely a Halloween caricature.
I disagree.
I believe this is how witches were really seen.
Consider that most witches were women, were abducted in the night,
and smuggled into dungeons or prisons under secrecy of darkness,
to be presented by the light of the day as a confessed witch.
Few, if any, saw a frightened,
normal looking woman being dragged into a secret room filled with instruments of torture.
To be questioned until she confessed to anything that was suggested to her,
and to give names or whatever would stop the questions.
Crowds saw the aberration denounced to the world as a self-proclaimed witch.
As the witch was paraded through the town, en route to be burned, hanged, drowned, stoned,
or disposed of in various other forms of Christian love...
All created to free and save her soul from her depraved body.
The crowds viewed the results of hours of torture.
The face, bruised and broke, by countless blows, bore a hue of sickly green.
The once warm and loving smile gone.
Replaced by a grimace broken teeth and torn gums that leers beneath a battered,
disfigured nose.
The disheveled hair conceals bleeding gaps of torn scalp from whence cruel hands had torn away lovely tresses.
Broken, twisted hands clutched the wagon for support.
Fractured fingers locked like groping claws to steady her broken body.
All resemblances of humanity gone.
This was truly a demon, a Satan, a witch.
I revere this Halloween crone and hold her sacred above all.
I honor her courage and listen to her warnings of the dark side of humanity.
Each year I shed tears of respect and remember her involuntary sacrifice in the name of religion.
Written by Angel 6/99
This poem that reminds us of those who were persecuted as witches,
though many were healers and midwives, women who owned land,
and those who spoke out against the rules of the time.
This poem is not in any way intended to 'bash" Christianity, it is simply a reference to the history that is fact based.
With these things in mind I hope you will remember the Halloween Witch, along with all the others who have gone before you.
(personal note:even though someone needs to be held accountable for the atrocities created in the name of Christianity,,in the name of a loving god...in the name of righteousness to be honest these horrible things done ARE sanctioned and encouraged in the Bible..they are not aberrations of scripture.Christians need to own up to what their bible commands them to do and quite watering down the evilness of the scriptures to destroy non believers. Anyone who claims to only take part of the scripture--the NICE and loving part is a hypocrite!!)
Each year they parade her about ... The traditional witch.
Misshapen green face, stringy scraps of hair,
and a toothless mouth beneath her disfigured nose.
Gnarled knobby fingers twisted into a claw,
protracting from a bent and twisted torso that lurches about on wobbly legs.
Most think this abject image to be the creation of a prejudiced mind, merely a Halloween caricature.
I disagree.
I believe this is how witches were really seen.
Consider that most witches were women, were abducted in the night,
and smuggled into dungeons or prisons under secrecy of darkness,
to be presented by the light of the day as a confessed witch.
Few, if any, saw a frightened,
normal looking woman being dragged into a secret room filled with instruments of torture.
To be questioned until she confessed to anything that was suggested to her,
and to give names or whatever would stop the questions.
Crowds saw the aberration denounced to the world as a self-proclaimed witch.
As the witch was paraded through the town, en route to be burned, hanged, drowned, stoned,
or disposed of in various other forms of Christian love...
All created to free and save her soul from her depraved body.
The crowds viewed the results of hours of torture.
The face, bruised and broke, by countless blows, bore a hue of sickly green.
The once warm and loving smile gone.
Replaced by a grimace broken teeth and torn gums that leers beneath a battered,
disfigured nose.
The disheveled hair conceals bleeding gaps of torn scalp from whence cruel hands had torn away lovely tresses.
Broken, twisted hands clutched the wagon for support.
Fractured fingers locked like groping claws to steady her broken body.
All resemblances of humanity gone.
This was truly a demon, a Satan, a witch.
I revere this Halloween crone and hold her sacred above all.
I honor her courage and listen to her warnings of the dark side of humanity.
Each year I shed tears of respect and remember her involuntary sacrifice in the name of religion.
Written by Angel 6/99
This poem that reminds us of those who were persecuted as witches,
though many were healers and midwives, women who owned land,
and those who spoke out against the rules of the time.
This poem is not in any way intended to 'bash" Christianity, it is simply a reference to the history that is fact based.
With these things in mind I hope you will remember the Halloween Witch, along with all the others who have gone before you.
(personal note:even though someone needs to be held accountable for the atrocities created in the name of Christianity,,in the name of a loving god...in the name of righteousness to be honest these horrible things done ARE sanctioned and encouraged in the Bible..they are not aberrations of scripture.Christians need to own up to what their bible commands them to do and quite watering down the evilness of the scriptures to destroy non believers. Anyone who claims to only take part of the scripture--the NICE and loving part is a hypocrite!!)
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
God hates Shrimp
What a Great thing to do to people how are SO mean spirited..
Arkansas Pastafarians and Pirates
and the cool pirates who did this are on this blog
Arkansas Pastafarians and Pirates
and the cool pirates who did this are on this blog
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Up the Butt Gang
The Fat roll girls!
They all have a story to tell..
Gwen StormTrooper is a rescue from Tn.She is a small mastiff due to not being taken care of properly as she was growing. We call her Lady Fat roll and she is the lighter beige smaller dog. She is very timid but so affectionate.
Cleo is called Queen Fat Roll as she is well fed :). She is a rescue from KY who was used as a breeding dog until she stopped having puppies due to not being fed. She is the red dark neo who thinks she rules the place by sheer weight alone.
Mia is our latest rescue from GA and though we love mastiffs we fell in love with Mia..and she fits into the rest of the "up the butt" gang!! She is hilarious as she sits on her Butt not her back legs so her back paws end up around her head. Her nickname is countess fat Roll.
Then there is Sophie who is not a rescue but a neo we got last year. She is the Princess Fat Roll and is the most playful since she is only 10 months old. She loves stealing stuffed animals and running outside with them.
They are called Up the Butt Gang due to the fact they cannot be more than 2 feet from me... And if im not here whoever is either closest to the kitchen or closest to the bed or the couch. They travel in a mass.
They all have a story to tell..
Gwen StormTrooper is a rescue from Tn.She is a small mastiff due to not being taken care of properly as she was growing. We call her Lady Fat roll and she is the lighter beige smaller dog. She is very timid but so affectionate.
Cleo is called Queen Fat Roll as she is well fed :). She is a rescue from KY who was used as a breeding dog until she stopped having puppies due to not being fed. She is the red dark neo who thinks she rules the place by sheer weight alone.
Mia is our latest rescue from GA and though we love mastiffs we fell in love with Mia..and she fits into the rest of the "up the butt" gang!! She is hilarious as she sits on her Butt not her back legs so her back paws end up around her head. Her nickname is countess fat Roll.
Then there is Sophie who is not a rescue but a neo we got last year. She is the Princess Fat Roll and is the most playful since she is only 10 months old. She loves stealing stuffed animals and running outside with them.
They are called Up the Butt Gang due to the fact they cannot be more than 2 feet from me... And if im not here whoever is either closest to the kitchen or closest to the bed or the couch. They travel in a mass.
Monday, September 29, 2008
life cycles
As i get older I notice more the cycles of life. how nothing stays the same. how life becomes a cycle of time and energy and events.
I see things i was once passionate about doing fading slowly into something else. but i also see how it fits into each other- i wouldnt be able to evolve into a new passion without having gone through the old one.
The problem is being patient with the transformation, being calm and centered whilst things swirl around, maintaining trust in that it is working for my benefit. I have enough experience with change to know that if i TRY to make something happen on my time frame, it usually crashes and burns but if i just Wait... observe.... take deep breaths...... and stay positive... it works out to where its suppose to be.
I see things i was once passionate about doing fading slowly into something else. but i also see how it fits into each other- i wouldnt be able to evolve into a new passion without having gone through the old one.
The problem is being patient with the transformation, being calm and centered whilst things swirl around, maintaining trust in that it is working for my benefit. I have enough experience with change to know that if i TRY to make something happen on my time frame, it usually crashes and burns but if i just Wait... observe.... take deep breaths...... and stay positive... it works out to where its suppose to be.
Friday, September 26, 2008
Suddenly... reality calls
you know how you are just going along in life... living, breathing, planning and all that. And then something happens that stops you in your tracks.
That happened to me today...through a series of things, I talked to a gal who has Stage 4 Cancer...and she needed to talk about something with me. And as im listening to her, trying to plan something she wanted to do, tears flowing as reality of her situation so clearly presented itself...i was overwhelmed with how fleeting and brief life is. I did not know this gal, but we cried on the phone as she planned to spend more time with her family.
I cant begin to explain the feelings and emotions that came over me... and all i could say is If you need me call me. Do you have people to talk to?
It truly was a sobering moment....
That happened to me today...through a series of things, I talked to a gal who has Stage 4 Cancer...and she needed to talk about something with me. And as im listening to her, trying to plan something she wanted to do, tears flowing as reality of her situation so clearly presented itself...i was overwhelmed with how fleeting and brief life is. I did not know this gal, but we cried on the phone as she planned to spend more time with her family.
I cant begin to explain the feelings and emotions that came over me... and all i could say is If you need me call me. Do you have people to talk to?
It truly was a sobering moment....
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Having Come This Far
I've been through what my through was to be
I did what I could and couldn't
I was never sure how I would get there
I nourished an ardor for thresholds
for stepping stones and for ladders
I discovered detour and ditch
I swam in the high tides of greed
I built sandcastles to house my dreams
I survived the sunburns of love
No longer do I hunt for targets
I've climbed all the summits I need to
and I've eaten my share of lotus
Now I give praise and thanks
for what could not be avoided
and for every foolhardy choice
I cherish my wounds and their cures
and the sweet enervations of bliss
My book is an open life
I wave goodbye to the absolutes
and send my regards to infinity
I'd rather be blithe than correct
Until something transcendent turns up
I splash in my poetry puddle
and try to keep God amused.
~ James Broughton ~
for the word GOD at the end i would use Universe, Divine, or Self...
I've been through what my through was to be
I did what I could and couldn't
I was never sure how I would get there
I nourished an ardor for thresholds
for stepping stones and for ladders
I discovered detour and ditch
I swam in the high tides of greed
I built sandcastles to house my dreams
I survived the sunburns of love
No longer do I hunt for targets
I've climbed all the summits I need to
and I've eaten my share of lotus
Now I give praise and thanks
for what could not be avoided
and for every foolhardy choice
I cherish my wounds and their cures
and the sweet enervations of bliss
My book is an open life
I wave goodbye to the absolutes
and send my regards to infinity
I'd rather be blithe than correct
Until something transcendent turns up
I splash in my poetry puddle
and try to keep God amused.
~ James Broughton ~
for the word GOD at the end i would use Universe, Divine, or Self...
Sunday, September 21, 2008
More about the HPV Vaccine...
It behooves us all with girls to really research ALL the info about this shot!!!
My Question is this: Since it is Men who carry the HPV and it is men who expose women to it through sex---WHY is it women are mandated/forced/compelled to get a controversial/dangerous/unstudied shot? Where the FUCK are the shots for men? Why arent THEY being held hostage and told what to do with THEIR bodies? Why arent their reproduction abilities put at risk? Why is it always women and children held in so little esteem that it means nothing to kill a few off in the name of science like unsuspecting test rats???? And note that its young girls who havent a voice yet in their own bodies AND minority women who rarely have a choice due to other issues, being forced into this great experiment without their permission!!!
So read... research and make an informed choice... DONT LIVE BY DEFAULT!!!!
Vaccines and Medical Experiments on Children, Minorities, Woman and Inmates (1845 - 2007)
More Gardasil Info
The State can violate womens bodies
Research people!!!
donna
It behooves us all with girls to really research ALL the info about this shot!!!
My Question is this: Since it is Men who carry the HPV and it is men who expose women to it through sex---WHY is it women are mandated/forced/compelled to get a controversial/dangerous/unstudied shot? Where the FUCK are the shots for men? Why arent THEY being held hostage and told what to do with THEIR bodies? Why arent their reproduction abilities put at risk? Why is it always women and children held in so little esteem that it means nothing to kill a few off in the name of science like unsuspecting test rats???? And note that its young girls who havent a voice yet in their own bodies AND minority women who rarely have a choice due to other issues, being forced into this great experiment without their permission!!!
So read... research and make an informed choice... DONT LIVE BY DEFAULT!!!!
Vaccines and Medical Experiments on Children, Minorities, Woman and Inmates (1845 - 2007)
More Gardasil Info
The State can violate womens bodies
Research people!!!
donna
Sunday, September 14, 2008
the meaning of quack
Interesting reading..
Origin of Quack
"""
Quackery
A physician of the time by the name of Paracelsus seems to be the first physician "lucky" enough to be labeled a quack. He made a salve that had a bit of mercury in it. He massaged it into a patient's syphilitic rash, and the rash went away. Other physicians of the time claimed that the rash did not go away but went further and deeper into the patient’s body. They called him a quack for using quacksalber.
Since there were no spelling rules or conventions established at this time in history, there were a variety of spellings for quacksalber, quecksilber and quacksalver being just two more. Some dictionaries tell us that a quack was someone who applied a salve (from quacksalver) and boasted (quacked) about it. This is the sort of thing that happens when high school dropouts write dictionaries. """
but i loved this paragraph...
""""Being called a quack was actually not all that bad in the sixteenth century (fifteen hundreds). It was much better than being called a witch. If a physician cured someone who was obviously supposed to die, he could be called a witch and then burned. If a physician was called in to cure a dying member of the archdiocese, a priest or a bishop, and failed to do so, he too could be called a witch and get himself lit up like a candle. Quacks lived longer than witches, because, as we all know, witches are extremely flammable."""""
just an interesting tidbit of info i found and wanted to share :)
Origin of Quack
"""
Quackery
A physician of the time by the name of Paracelsus seems to be the first physician "lucky" enough to be labeled a quack. He made a salve that had a bit of mercury in it. He massaged it into a patient's syphilitic rash, and the rash went away. Other physicians of the time claimed that the rash did not go away but went further and deeper into the patient’s body. They called him a quack for using quacksalber.
Since there were no spelling rules or conventions established at this time in history, there were a variety of spellings for quacksalber, quecksilber and quacksalver being just two more. Some dictionaries tell us that a quack was someone who applied a salve (from quacksalver) and boasted (quacked) about it. This is the sort of thing that happens when high school dropouts write dictionaries. """
but i loved this paragraph...
""""Being called a quack was actually not all that bad in the sixteenth century (fifteen hundreds). It was much better than being called a witch. If a physician cured someone who was obviously supposed to die, he could be called a witch and then burned. If a physician was called in to cure a dying member of the archdiocese, a priest or a bishop, and failed to do so, he too could be called a witch and get himself lit up like a candle. Quacks lived longer than witches, because, as we all know, witches are extremely flammable."""""
just an interesting tidbit of info i found and wanted to share :)
Saturday, September 13, 2008
the bucket list
i watched last night..i thought it was thought provoking and of course anything with morgan freeman in it HAS to be good. He is to me like the epitome of Suave, gentlemanly and kind. Given the chance I would marry him in a heartbeat!!!!
Men bonding here is a blog on this movie which i thought was good.
What would i have on my bucket list?
Men bonding here is a blog on this movie which i thought was good.
What would i have on my bucket list?
kindness revisited..
did you read the post kindness with the poem?
If so, did you REALLY read this:
Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.
You must wake up with sorrow.
You must speak to it till your voice
catches the thread of all sorrows
and you see the size of the cloth.
I often find myself re-reading this part over and over.. its SOOO real. When going through Divorce and transformation of my own life, and sorrow was my companion, this feeling of sorrow being so deep was very palpable on a daily basis. Watching the man i loved turn alien into someone i did not even know, was the deepest sorrow imaginable. But almost 4 years later, i understand what kindness does for others and for myself far more than i ever did. Being kind when least expected to..like when a waiter is having a bad day, and obviously bad service,,instead of me leaving no tip or chastising them,, i leave a bigger tip and wish them well. When i see a woman with kids having a stressful time in the store, if i stop and smile -instead of frown or criticize like others--and say an encouraging word like.i KNOW what its like and believe me it gets better... i can show kindness in ways that mean a lot to others.
And what does it cost me?? nothing but less stress on me..if i respond in kindness and not in judging others actions, I relieve myself of stress and release oxytocin the hormone of love...which can never be a bad thing.
what kindness have you done today????
If so, did you REALLY read this:
Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.
You must wake up with sorrow.
You must speak to it till your voice
catches the thread of all sorrows
and you see the size of the cloth.
I often find myself re-reading this part over and over.. its SOOO real. When going through Divorce and transformation of my own life, and sorrow was my companion, this feeling of sorrow being so deep was very palpable on a daily basis. Watching the man i loved turn alien into someone i did not even know, was the deepest sorrow imaginable. But almost 4 years later, i understand what kindness does for others and for myself far more than i ever did. Being kind when least expected to..like when a waiter is having a bad day, and obviously bad service,,instead of me leaving no tip or chastising them,, i leave a bigger tip and wish them well. When i see a woman with kids having a stressful time in the store, if i stop and smile -instead of frown or criticize like others--and say an encouraging word like.i KNOW what its like and believe me it gets better... i can show kindness in ways that mean a lot to others.
And what does it cost me?? nothing but less stress on me..if i respond in kindness and not in judging others actions, I relieve myself of stress and release oxytocin the hormone of love...which can never be a bad thing.
what kindness have you done today????
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Relationships
I have friends going through hard times in marriage, in relationships and in finding the Right one. Of course me being the Mother Earth Nurturer of All who know me, they call to lament and to cry and to figure life out. What they try to do is make life Easy without actually having to live it. Without going through the messy parts, the thought provoking parts, the deeply sorrowful parts. And yet like birth, one HAS to walk this path.
What is a relationship? to me, its not someone to make me happy or to fulfill my life. I create my own happiness and fulfillment by pursuing a life of purpose(see previous post on this). I am happy cause i do what i am most passionate about. I am fulfilled because i search out those passionate things. I have kids, dogs, cats, a gang of ducks in my pond, babies to catch, homeschoolers to help, amazing oils to smell, spiritual coaching to do for those in transformations of life, and cooking and writing and enjoying life-- so i know im fulfilled!!
To these friends whose partners are making them unhappy--is this the partners fault or theirs? Why when someone is unhappy in their marriages do they have affairs and NOT fix the issues?? Why does this seem to be the answer?? Why would betraying someone EVER be the answer to anyones pain??
I know i am working on 2 tangents here.. :) but i am making sense to me :) Relationships should be complementary, emotional uplifting, physically safe, mentally challenging and spiritually soothing.... 2 people who are happy for themselves can only offer a truly mature relationship. 2 people who feel safe to talk about anything--sex,past hurts, future plans, daily challenges and when things get tough==TALKING instead of betraying. It IS tough to discuss issues with someone and much easier to go outside to someone else one thinks understands..but really if a person is willing to take the place of a spouse are they trustworthy??? Can one really be a part of a betrayal and still be helpful??
I think not. And i think not based on what i have seen with others. And i think not based on my goddess wisdom and knowing betrayal of someones trust is so easily done and never ok and hard to fix.
So where is this going... hmmmmm,.... maybe just the ramblings of a goddess on the love antics of mortals. And hoping someday they all find Love and Joy in another.
What is a relationship? to me, its not someone to make me happy or to fulfill my life. I create my own happiness and fulfillment by pursuing a life of purpose(see previous post on this). I am happy cause i do what i am most passionate about. I am fulfilled because i search out those passionate things. I have kids, dogs, cats, a gang of ducks in my pond, babies to catch, homeschoolers to help, amazing oils to smell, spiritual coaching to do for those in transformations of life, and cooking and writing and enjoying life-- so i know im fulfilled!!
To these friends whose partners are making them unhappy--is this the partners fault or theirs? Why when someone is unhappy in their marriages do they have affairs and NOT fix the issues?? Why does this seem to be the answer?? Why would betraying someone EVER be the answer to anyones pain??
I know i am working on 2 tangents here.. :) but i am making sense to me :) Relationships should be complementary, emotional uplifting, physically safe, mentally challenging and spiritually soothing.... 2 people who are happy for themselves can only offer a truly mature relationship. 2 people who feel safe to talk about anything--sex,past hurts, future plans, daily challenges and when things get tough==TALKING instead of betraying. It IS tough to discuss issues with someone and much easier to go outside to someone else one thinks understands..but really if a person is willing to take the place of a spouse are they trustworthy??? Can one really be a part of a betrayal and still be helpful??
I think not. And i think not based on what i have seen with others. And i think not based on my goddess wisdom and knowing betrayal of someones trust is so easily done and never ok and hard to fix.
So where is this going... hmmmmm,.... maybe just the ramblings of a goddess on the love antics of mortals. And hoping someday they all find Love and Joy in another.
living a life of purpose
So... lots of people ask me what this means. And so as i drink my espresso, the Goddess brought some thoughts to me.
To me living a life of purpose is NOT living life by default.
You know, just going along with society, doing what needs to be done, never challenging what you are doing, never pursuing a path that looks untrodden or unexplored, never wanting to strike out without approval of others...fearing the unknown to the point of never thinking an original thought.
My life has always been unusual...and what is strange is i dont set out to be that way, its just that way. When i think of what i want to do, i often explore ALL options known to womankind, read dozens of books, talk to people, search the internet and come up with my own path. I LIKE not running with the crowd so i know i subconsciously search for the crowdless way.
I also know i like doing my own thing... i want to be happy in my careers--and i AM. I want to look back and see my choices and know they were the right ones...and i DO. I want to look forward to new adventures that will continue to amaze me and challenge me and I CAN.
So living life with purpose is all of those things... Passion, adventure, unusual, fulfilling,strange, humorous,unknown and satisfying. And maybe when i least expect it, finding someone who "gets"me on all levels, who enjoys my quirky life, my unusual perspective of living and who wants to be a intimate and permanent part of my life.
And when i am leaving this life to journey to a new life that i have planned, I will KNOW i did all i wanted here. Isnt that living a life of purpose????
To me living a life of purpose is NOT living life by default.
You know, just going along with society, doing what needs to be done, never challenging what you are doing, never pursuing a path that looks untrodden or unexplored, never wanting to strike out without approval of others...fearing the unknown to the point of never thinking an original thought.
My life has always been unusual...and what is strange is i dont set out to be that way, its just that way. When i think of what i want to do, i often explore ALL options known to womankind, read dozens of books, talk to people, search the internet and come up with my own path. I LIKE not running with the crowd so i know i subconsciously search for the crowdless way.
I also know i like doing my own thing... i want to be happy in my careers--and i AM. I want to look back and see my choices and know they were the right ones...and i DO. I want to look forward to new adventures that will continue to amaze me and challenge me and I CAN.
So living life with purpose is all of those things... Passion, adventure, unusual, fulfilling,strange, humorous,unknown and satisfying. And maybe when i least expect it, finding someone who "gets"me on all levels, who enjoys my quirky life, my unusual perspective of living and who wants to be a intimate and permanent part of my life.
And when i am leaving this life to journey to a new life that i have planned, I will KNOW i did all i wanted here. Isnt that living a life of purpose????
Monday, September 1, 2008
kindness
Kindness
Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.
What you held in your hand,
what you counted and carefully saved,
all this must go so you know
how desolate the landscape can be
between the regions of kindness.
How you ride and ride
thinking the bus will never stop,
the passengers eating maize and chicken
will stare out the window forever.
Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness,
you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho
lies dead by the side of the road.
You must see how this could be you,
how he too was someone
who journeyed through the night with plans
and the simple breath that kept him alive.
Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.
You must wake up with sorrow.
You must speak to it till your voice
catches the thread of all sorrows
and you see the size of the cloth.
Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore,
only kindness that ties your shoes
and sends you out into the day to mail letters and purchase bread,
only kindness that raises its head
from the crowd of the world to say
it is I you have been looking for,
and then goes with you every where
like a shadow or a friend.
~ Naomi Shihab Nye ~
Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.
What you held in your hand,
what you counted and carefully saved,
all this must go so you know
how desolate the landscape can be
between the regions of kindness.
How you ride and ride
thinking the bus will never stop,
the passengers eating maize and chicken
will stare out the window forever.
Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness,
you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho
lies dead by the side of the road.
You must see how this could be you,
how he too was someone
who journeyed through the night with plans
and the simple breath that kept him alive.
Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.
You must wake up with sorrow.
You must speak to it till your voice
catches the thread of all sorrows
and you see the size of the cloth.
Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore,
only kindness that ties your shoes
and sends you out into the day to mail letters and purchase bread,
only kindness that raises its head
from the crowd of the world to say
it is I you have been looking for,
and then goes with you every where
like a shadow or a friend.
~ Naomi Shihab Nye ~
Sunday, August 31, 2008
new addition to the family
another Neopolitan Mastiff to join the 2 mastiffs i have now. She is much smaller due to her lack of food as a pup with a family who didnt take care of her. So We named her Gwen StormTrooper and she joins Cleo--my 3 yo neo rescue and sophie a 10 month old neo.
now of course i have 3 huge dogs following me everywhere, laying on the kitchen floor while i cook so i am literally leaping to avoid falling, they follow me outside, to my bedroom, sit out side the bathroom if they cant get the door open and lay their head on my lap when i sitting.
Life with mastiffs is a lot of fun!!
now of course i have 3 huge dogs following me everywhere, laying on the kitchen floor while i cook so i am literally leaping to avoid falling, they follow me outside, to my bedroom, sit out side the bathroom if they cant get the door open and lay their head on my lap when i sitting.
Life with mastiffs is a lot of fun!!
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Kuan Yin Alter
We have set up a family alter around Kuan Yin. (One Who Sees and Hears the Cry from the Human World. Her Chinese title signifies, "She who always observes or pays attention to sounds," i.e., she who hears prayers.) She is the Buddhist goddess of love, mercy and compassion. The statue i bought has her on a fish which is the symbol of prosperity. Daily we light a candle for her and some incense and ask for her blessings. There is a little copper pot to give her a gift...a coin, a rock, flowers, ..whatever we want to bring to her when asking for her to bless our day.
There is also a little bowl with sand to write what we need or want and then burn it in the bowl. It is a wonderful little ritual that me and the kids love doing. And we have seen amazing blessings.
I want to add Lakshmi with Kuan Yin-- she is the Hindu goddess of abundance and prosperity. I think the 2 of them go well together!
Oh and the alter they sit on is a small mahogany table with a gorgeous dragon base... dragons are symbolic of protection and power...
I love the ritual and the focus this creates for me and everyone here.
Kuan Yin
Lakshmi
There is also a little bowl with sand to write what we need or want and then burn it in the bowl. It is a wonderful little ritual that me and the kids love doing. And we have seen amazing blessings.
I want to add Lakshmi with Kuan Yin-- she is the Hindu goddess of abundance and prosperity. I think the 2 of them go well together!
Oh and the alter they sit on is a small mahogany table with a gorgeous dragon base... dragons are symbolic of protection and power...
I love the ritual and the focus this creates for me and everyone here.
Kuan Yin
Lakshmi
Monday, August 25, 2008
have you registered to vote?
Free Soil
Have you registered to vote?? How about supporting the Free Soil Party? A very woman oriented party.. Check it out!!!!
Have you registered to vote?? How about supporting the Free Soil Party? A very woman oriented party.. Check it out!!!!
Rainy Day
something about rainy days tempt me to either make a big pot of chili with cornbread OR beef stew with homemade biscuits... I prefer chili but the rest of the gang prefers beef stew. So... a big pot of delectable beef stew is simmering and smelling wonderful!!
Throughout the day, kids come and go asking what i am cooking, stirring, talking about their day, asking what i am doing next and just a general comfortable conversing.
I love cooking and creating new recipes...combining recipes to make new dishes that are a one of kind meal. I go from vegetarian to not but mostly try and keep organic foods in the house. i have a whole organic cow in my freezer, and will have an organic pig and chickens come November. Since i grew up on a farm i LOVe having food that is healthy and i know isnt commercialized junk. Finding it is hard though and affording it is also a biggie. Since i cook most everything from scratch, I know what goes into my food and that alone saves money.
Cooking has always been therapy for me... i rarely use cookbooks as they seem so narrow and rigid..instead i think about what i have on hand, the colors, the textures, the right amount of green and white vegies, spice and cooling and breads i need to make..... now i dont care for sweets but breads now are my downfall..especially when i grind the grains and make several loaves at a time..Pure Heaven!!!!
So.. whats for dinner for you??
Throughout the day, kids come and go asking what i am cooking, stirring, talking about their day, asking what i am doing next and just a general comfortable conversing.
I love cooking and creating new recipes...combining recipes to make new dishes that are a one of kind meal. I go from vegetarian to not but mostly try and keep organic foods in the house. i have a whole organic cow in my freezer, and will have an organic pig and chickens come November. Since i grew up on a farm i LOVe having food that is healthy and i know isnt commercialized junk. Finding it is hard though and affording it is also a biggie. Since i cook most everything from scratch, I know what goes into my food and that alone saves money.
Cooking has always been therapy for me... i rarely use cookbooks as they seem so narrow and rigid..instead i think about what i have on hand, the colors, the textures, the right amount of green and white vegies, spice and cooling and breads i need to make..... now i dont care for sweets but breads now are my downfall..especially when i grind the grains and make several loaves at a time..Pure Heaven!!!!
So.. whats for dinner for you??
Saturday, August 2, 2008
hearts broken
The eternal questions are many and varied. One that sticks out now is " can a heart be too broken to ever be mended again?"
I ask this for personal reasons, of course, but also cause it seems hearts should be fixable....mendable,,, reuseable... cause love is what is most vital in our lives. And without our hearts beating fully and presently, how can we truly love? Is it possible to love on a heart that is scattered in pieces or is the actually loving what puts our hearts together again. Being vulnerable and open to love is scary and hard to do once hurt, yet it seems it is what is needed to truly put them back together.
"It may be that when we no longer know what to do,
we have come to our real work,
and when we no longer know which way to go,
we have begun our real journey."--------Wendell Berry
One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice-
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do-
determined to save
the only life you could save.--------Mary Oliver, “The Journey”
The time will come
When with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other's welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you have ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.----------Derek Walcott, “Love after Love”
The healing Heart
Shattered heart forced to heal
as greatness unveils thine soul.
Hope whispered in the distance,
to recover thine lost love.
'Tis night brings tender passing,
healing thine soul with glorious blunder.
Caus' not one or two,
but dissipated nights of dreams.
Sadness comes to end,
happiness conquered hate.
Love sprouting -- sadness shrinking,
hope has come again.----------by Gary R. Hess
Now is the time
Now is the time to know
That all that you do is sacred.
Now, why not consider
A lasting truce with yourself and God?
Now is the time to understand
That all your ideas of right and wrong
Were just a child’s training wheels
To be laid aside
When you can finally live
with veracity and love.
Now is the time for the world to know
That every thought and action is sacred.
That this is the time
For you to compute the impossibility
That there is anything
But Grace.
Now is the season to know
That everything you do
Is Sacred-----------Hafiz
I ask this for personal reasons, of course, but also cause it seems hearts should be fixable....mendable,,, reuseable... cause love is what is most vital in our lives. And without our hearts beating fully and presently, how can we truly love? Is it possible to love on a heart that is scattered in pieces or is the actually loving what puts our hearts together again. Being vulnerable and open to love is scary and hard to do once hurt, yet it seems it is what is needed to truly put them back together.
"It may be that when we no longer know what to do,
we have come to our real work,
and when we no longer know which way to go,
we have begun our real journey."--------Wendell Berry
One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice-
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do-
determined to save
the only life you could save.--------Mary Oliver, “The Journey”
The time will come
When with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other's welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you have ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.----------Derek Walcott, “Love after Love”
The healing Heart
Shattered heart forced to heal
as greatness unveils thine soul.
Hope whispered in the distance,
to recover thine lost love.
'Tis night brings tender passing,
healing thine soul with glorious blunder.
Caus' not one or two,
but dissipated nights of dreams.
Sadness comes to end,
happiness conquered hate.
Love sprouting -- sadness shrinking,
hope has come again.----------by Gary R. Hess
Now is the time
Now is the time to know
That all that you do is sacred.
Now, why not consider
A lasting truce with yourself and God?
Now is the time to understand
That all your ideas of right and wrong
Were just a child’s training wheels
To be laid aside
When you can finally live
with veracity and love.
Now is the time for the world to know
That every thought and action is sacred.
That this is the time
For you to compute the impossibility
That there is anything
But Grace.
Now is the season to know
That everything you do
Is Sacred-----------Hafiz
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
The Gift
The Gift
Time wants to show you a different country. It's the one
that your life conceals, the one waiting outside
when curtains are drawn, the one Grandmother hinted at
in her crochet design, the one almost found
over at the edge of the music, after the sermon.
It's the way life is, and you have it, a few years given.
You get killed now and then, violated
in various ways. (And sometimes it's turn about.)
You get tired of that. Long-suffering, you wait
and pray, and maybe good things come - maybe
the hurt slackens and you hardly feel it any more.
You have a breath without pain. It is called happiness.
It's a balance, the taking and passing along,
the composting of where you've been and how people
and weather treated you. It's a country where
you already are, bringing where you have been.
Time offers this gift in its millions of ways,
turning the world, moving the air, calling,
every morning, "Here, take it, it's yours."
~ William Stafford ~
Time wants to show you a different country. It's the one
that your life conceals, the one waiting outside
when curtains are drawn, the one Grandmother hinted at
in her crochet design, the one almost found
over at the edge of the music, after the sermon.
It's the way life is, and you have it, a few years given.
You get killed now and then, violated
in various ways. (And sometimes it's turn about.)
You get tired of that. Long-suffering, you wait
and pray, and maybe good things come - maybe
the hurt slackens and you hardly feel it any more.
You have a breath without pain. It is called happiness.
It's a balance, the taking and passing along,
the composting of where you've been and how people
and weather treated you. It's a country where
you already are, bringing where you have been.
Time offers this gift in its millions of ways,
turning the world, moving the air, calling,
every morning, "Here, take it, it's yours."
~ William Stafford ~
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Living a Green life
After watching the website the story of stuff( previous post), I of course think about my own life and trying to make sure i live as green as possible. How does one change to reflect this? I buy more local if i can, I buy secondhand if possible, and i try to decide what i really need versus a short term want. But what else is there to do? My job keeps me on the road a lot so going without a car is not a reality... i already try and put as many errands on one trip to town as possible, and limit how often i go to town anyway.
I am going to research some ideas and post them as i find them...i welcome your suggestions also :)
I am going to research some ideas and post them as i find them...i welcome your suggestions also :)
Emotions
A quote i like a lot:
If you cant control your emotions, you are addicted to them.
This gives me much to think about. Emotions create chemicals in our bodies, and out bodies can become addicted to them just like any other chemical. We then create those situations/people/events that will cause us to recreate an emotion we are addicted to. Like lust, anger, victimness, happiness, fear etc. How many people do i know who always seem to need Drama in their life---and seem to thrive on creating it in their own life and will get MAD if someone brings this to their attention.
In my own life, what emotion am i addicted to? I hope Peace, Love and Empathy.... these are things our society could use more of.
Namaste
If you cant control your emotions, you are addicted to them.
This gives me much to think about. Emotions create chemicals in our bodies, and out bodies can become addicted to them just like any other chemical. We then create those situations/people/events that will cause us to recreate an emotion we are addicted to. Like lust, anger, victimness, happiness, fear etc. How many people do i know who always seem to need Drama in their life---and seem to thrive on creating it in their own life and will get MAD if someone brings this to their attention.
In my own life, what emotion am i addicted to? I hope Peace, Love and Empathy.... these are things our society could use more of.
Namaste
Friday, July 18, 2008
The Story of Stuff
This is VERY cool and well worth watching the whole thing. It really spells out how we get STUFF and how it affects everything about us.
The next step is our own individual reactions to it.
http://www.storyofstuff.com/
The next step is our own individual reactions to it.
http://www.storyofstuff.com/
Friday, July 11, 2008
Change by Tracy Chapman
If you knew that you would die today,
Saw the face of God and love,
Would you change?
Would you change?
If you knew that love can break your heart
When you're down so low you cannot fall
Would you change?
Would you change?
How bad, how good does it need to get?
How many losses? How much regret?
What chain reaction would cause an effect?
Makes you turn around,
Makes you try to explain,
Makes you forgive and forget,
Makes you change?
Makes you change?
If you knew that you would be alone,
Knowing right, being wrong,
Would you change?
Would you change?
If you knew that you would find a truth
That brings up pain that can't be soothed
Would you change?
Would you change?
How bad, how good does it need to get?
How many losses? How much regret?
What chain reaction would cause an effect?
Makes you turn around,
Makes you try to explain,
Makes you forgive and forget,
Makes you change?
Makes you change?
Are you so upright you can't be bent?
If it comes to blows are you so sure you won't be crawling?
If not for the good, why risk falling?
Why risk falling?
If everything you think you know,
Makes your life unbearable,
Would you change?
Would you change?
If you'd broken every rule and vow,
And hard times come to bring you down,
Would you change?
Would you change?
If you knew that you would die today,
If you saw the face of God and love,
Would you change?
Would you change?
Would you change?
Would you change?
If you saw the face of God and love
If you saw the face of God and love
Would you change?
Would you change?
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Youll never be the sun turning in the sky
And you wont be the moon above us on the moonlit night
And you wont be the stars in heaven although they burn so bright
But even on the deepest ocean you will be the light
You may not always shine as you go barefoot over stones
You might be so long together or you might walk alone
And youll find that love comes easy
Or that love is always right
So even when the storm clouds gather you will be the light
And if you lose a parting side when love turns round on you
Leaving the past behind is knowing you?ll do like you always
Holding you blind
keeping you true
Youll never be the sun turning in the sky
and you wont be the moon above us on the moonlit night
and you won't be the stars in heaven although they burn so bright
but even on the deepest ocean you will be the light
you will be the light
you will be the light
Friday, June 27, 2008
life unfurls
and i watch with anticipation. When one has all the foundations of life crashing down around you, memories ripped away from you and new ones fitted in, when it seems like not one more thing can be thrown your way..... it helps to step back and moment and BREATHE....
and just WAIT for it to all clear.
Wait for the dust to settle,,, the pain to subside..the broken heart to just stop hurting so damn much.
Life is what it is and I dont know what is my journey but i know my goal..to be the best i can be.
To BE the best person i can be is really all any of us can do.
But some days i tire. I tire of holding my arms up and being strong. Being a rock for those who are around me. I am overwhelmed with things people say or do that are only to hurt another. I sometimes let them make me falter and wonder at my purpose. I let their voices into my head and i let their mean spirited ghosts wander my life.
But not for long......not for long at all.
The Layers
I have walked through many lives,
some of them my own,
and I am not who I was,
though some principle of being
abides, from which I struggle not to stray.
When I look behind,
as I am compelled to look
before I can gather strength
to proceed on my journey,
I see the milestones dwindling
toward the horizon
and the slow fires trailing
from the abandoned camp-sites,
over which scavenger angels
wheel on heavy wings.
Oh, I have made myself a tribe
out of my true affections,
and my tribe is scattered!
How shall the heart be reconciled
to its feast of losses?
In a rising wind
the manic dust of my friends,
those who fell along the way,
bitterly stings my face.
yet I turn, I turn,
exulting somewhat,
with my will intact to go
wherever I need to go,
and every stone on the road
precious to me.
In my darkest night,
when the moon was covered
and I roamed through wreckage,
a nimbus-clouded voice
directed me:
"Live in the layers,
not on the litter."
Though I lack the art
to decipher it,
no doubt the next chapter
in my book of transformations
is already written,
I am not done with my changes.
and just WAIT for it to all clear.
Wait for the dust to settle,,, the pain to subside..the broken heart to just stop hurting so damn much.
Life is what it is and I dont know what is my journey but i know my goal..to be the best i can be.
To BE the best person i can be is really all any of us can do.
But some days i tire. I tire of holding my arms up and being strong. Being a rock for those who are around me. I am overwhelmed with things people say or do that are only to hurt another. I sometimes let them make me falter and wonder at my purpose. I let their voices into my head and i let their mean spirited ghosts wander my life.
But not for long......not for long at all.
The Layers
I have walked through many lives,
some of them my own,
and I am not who I was,
though some principle of being
abides, from which I struggle not to stray.
When I look behind,
as I am compelled to look
before I can gather strength
to proceed on my journey,
I see the milestones dwindling
toward the horizon
and the slow fires trailing
from the abandoned camp-sites,
over which scavenger angels
wheel on heavy wings.
Oh, I have made myself a tribe
out of my true affections,
and my tribe is scattered!
How shall the heart be reconciled
to its feast of losses?
In a rising wind
the manic dust of my friends,
those who fell along the way,
bitterly stings my face.
yet I turn, I turn,
exulting somewhat,
with my will intact to go
wherever I need to go,
and every stone on the road
precious to me.
In my darkest night,
when the moon was covered
and I roamed through wreckage,
a nimbus-clouded voice
directed me:
"Live in the layers,
not on the litter."
Though I lack the art
to decipher it,
no doubt the next chapter
in my book of transformations
is already written,
I am not done with my changes.
Monday, June 23, 2008
what is the end sum of life?
Being 48 I have lived a fair share of my life so far.. :) enough to realize one thing about life and that is It changes,,it evolves and it is never how i think its going to be.
I remember a poem long ago used the warp and weft of a tapestry to explain life. We have a the foundation of our life... female, American, born in the 60s, having a sister, parents, etc.. these are the warp of my life. The weft is all the other threads... the dark ones, the light ones, the funky glow in the dark threads...sometimes these threads dont seem to match..they seem out of place.. but in the end they will be perfectly where they are suppose to be.
I know i have quite a few more years of weaving my life but as i look back over to what i have so far, I like it. the dark life changing, life expanding, life creating threads were daunting at times, sad at times and overwhelming but they do add a touch of character, a facet of clarity that I find fitting amongst the more glorious threads of life.
I truly believe i am a spiritual being having an earthly experience...and i want to remain in the present and enjoy the NOW of my life. Taking each moment and being appreciative of the experience and the people involved.
I remember a poem long ago used the warp and weft of a tapestry to explain life. We have a the foundation of our life... female, American, born in the 60s, having a sister, parents, etc.. these are the warp of my life. The weft is all the other threads... the dark ones, the light ones, the funky glow in the dark threads...sometimes these threads dont seem to match..they seem out of place.. but in the end they will be perfectly where they are suppose to be.
I know i have quite a few more years of weaving my life but as i look back over to what i have so far, I like it. the dark life changing, life expanding, life creating threads were daunting at times, sad at times and overwhelming but they do add a touch of character, a facet of clarity that I find fitting amongst the more glorious threads of life.
I truly believe i am a spiritual being having an earthly experience...and i want to remain in the present and enjoy the NOW of my life. Taking each moment and being appreciative of the experience and the people involved.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
and Still i rise...
Still I Rise
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
Maya Angelou
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Monday, June 16, 2008
life in general
WOW i finally got my Bachelors in Metaphysical Sciences. B.Msc
I am so proud of meself. :)
I worked hard achieving this and really enjoyed it.
I am now working on the Masters in Divinity.
So the question for me is whether to go to Africa or not for a month long trip to help/learn from midwives there. Im not sure what is keeping me from saying YES loud and clear..but i something is and i need to figure it out.
I am so proud of meself. :)
I worked hard achieving this and really enjoyed it.
I am now working on the Masters in Divinity.
So the question for me is whether to go to Africa or not for a month long trip to help/learn from midwives there. Im not sure what is keeping me from saying YES loud and clear..but i something is and i need to figure it out.
Sunday, June 8, 2008
Last night me and some kiddlets went to the Birmingham Gay Pride Parade....and it was a blast.
I love when people just get together and celebrate and have fun. My kids collected plenty of beads and enjoyed themselves also.
I simply was irritated at the religious freaks who thought it OK to bring their hateful signs to this and preach THEIR word to anyone close by. What a bunch of hypocrites!!! When the church/christianity/religious nuts STOP sin IN their churches... then they can harp on others.
Lets just start with them dealing with adultery...or lying... oh wait-its OK to lie if its for a good cause..like Christmas maybe?? Jesus wasnt BORN on Dec 25th... so its a LIE to say its so...
Arent liars bad??? arent THEY going to hell to burn forever and forever???
whatever... these people are MEAN hearted....
Great Parade!!!!!
I love when people just get together and celebrate and have fun. My kids collected plenty of beads and enjoyed themselves also.
I simply was irritated at the religious freaks who thought it OK to bring their hateful signs to this and preach THEIR word to anyone close by. What a bunch of hypocrites!!! When the church/christianity/religious nuts STOP sin IN their churches... then they can harp on others.
Lets just start with them dealing with adultery...or lying... oh wait-its OK to lie if its for a good cause..like Christmas maybe?? Jesus wasnt BORN on Dec 25th... so its a LIE to say its so...
Arent liars bad??? arent THEY going to hell to burn forever and forever???
whatever... these people are MEAN hearted....
Great Parade!!!!!
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
excuses
Recently i have been once again exposed to Midlife Crisis and depression in someone i love. Once again i am struck with how easy it is to use depression as an excuse for bad/rude/unkind behavior towards loved ones. I realize a mid life crisis is a call for help....its the way a person on many levels gets their own attention to DEAL with issues being buried. SOmetimes people answer the cry and deal with it, sometimes they ignore it until chaos and bad choices engulf them and those they love completely.
When does someone step away from depression and make choices....not live by default?
When does someone step away from depression and make choices....not live by default?
Love
When is love? Is love the essence of every belief system? Isnt Love the core of what everyone is wanting? Why is love rejected because because we disagree on details of expression? Is God/Goddess/Universe SO small that love MUST be expressed only in certain ways?
I find it interesting that people will pass by love, honor and happiness because their GOD demands fidelity to a belief system. God is not one dimensional and He/She is certainly more than we can every imagine or describe. How can ONE religious belief settle WHO H/She is? How can mere WORDS describe the entirety of the Divine? How many people deny themselves love and happiness because of missing the point of what we as humans are?
Is not LOVE an expression of the Divine? Is not a hug when someone is hurt the Divine being shared?
WHY is it more important to go to the right church, believe the right rules, sing the right songs and yet NOT accept love in its glorious and godlike form?
I am so sad people miss out on love in their life because of limited understanding of Divine. I can see standing before the Divine and we realize the times She had sent us herself as Love and we rejected it because we simply wouldnt look outside our human-ness. Will be be sad when we see the missed opportunities to truly love and be loved? Will we be anguished as we remember the searching for love when it was right there? Will it grieve the heart when we remember our pushing away the very thing we wanted so much?
I find it interesting that people will pass by love, honor and happiness because their GOD demands fidelity to a belief system. God is not one dimensional and He/She is certainly more than we can every imagine or describe. How can ONE religious belief settle WHO H/She is? How can mere WORDS describe the entirety of the Divine? How many people deny themselves love and happiness because of missing the point of what we as humans are?
Is not LOVE an expression of the Divine? Is not a hug when someone is hurt the Divine being shared?
WHY is it more important to go to the right church, believe the right rules, sing the right songs and yet NOT accept love in its glorious and godlike form?
I am so sad people miss out on love in their life because of limited understanding of Divine. I can see standing before the Divine and we realize the times She had sent us herself as Love and we rejected it because we simply wouldnt look outside our human-ness. Will be be sad when we see the missed opportunities to truly love and be loved? Will we be anguished as we remember the searching for love when it was right there? Will it grieve the heart when we remember our pushing away the very thing we wanted so much?
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
forgiveness
We are swimming with the snakes at the bottom of the well
So silent and peaceful in the darkness where we fell
But we are not snakes and what's more we never will be
And if we stay swimming here forever we will never be free
I heard 'em ringing the bells in heaven and hell
They got a secret they're getting ready to tell
It's falling from the skies, it's calling from the graves
Open your eyes boy, I think we are saved
Open your eyes boy, I think we are saved
Let's take a walk on the bridge right over this mess
Don't need to tell me a thing baby, we're already confessed
And I raise my voice to the air and we were blessed
It's hard to give
It's hard to get
But everybody needs a little forgiveness
We are calling for help tonight on a thin phone line
As usual we're having ourselves one hell of a time
And the planes keep flying right over our heads no matter how loud we shout
"Hey, hey, hey!"
And we keep waving and waving our arms in the air but we're all tired out
I heard somebody say today is the day
Big old hurricane, she's blowing our way
Knocking over the buildings
Killing all the lights
Open your eyes boy, we made it through the night
Open your eyes boy, we made it through the night
Let's take a walk on the bridge right over this mess
Don't need to tell me a thing baby, we're already confessed
And I raise my voice to the air and we were blessed
It's hard to give
It's hard to get
It's hard to live baby, still I think it's the best bet
Hard to give and I'm never gonna forget
But everybody needs a little forgiveness
Everybody needs a little forgiveness
From Living with Ghosts, written by Patty Griffin.
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart
The holy tree is growing there;
From joy the holy branches start
And all the trembling flowers they bear.
The changing colours of its fruit
Have dowered the stars with merry light;
The surety of its hidden root
Has planted quiet in the night;
The shaking of its leafy head
Has given the waves their melody.
And made my lips and music wed,
Murmuring a wizard song for thee,
There the Loves a circle go,
The flaming circle of our days,
Gyring, spiring to and fro
In those great ignorant leafy ways;
Remembering all that shaken hair
And how the winged sandals dart
Thine eyes grow full of tender care;
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart.
Gaze no more in the bitter glass
The demons, with their subtle guile,
Lift up before us when they pass,
Or only gaze a little while;
For there a fatal image grows
That the stormy night receives,
Roots half hidden under snows,
Broken boughs and blackened leaves.
For all things turn to bareness
In the dim glass the demons hold,
The glass of outer weariness,
Made when God slept in times of old.
There, through the broken branches, go
The ravens of unresting thought;
Flying, crying, to and fro,
Cruel claw and hungry throat,
Or else they stand and sniff the wind,
And shake their ragged wings: alas!
Thy tender eyes grow all unkind:
Gaze no more in the bitter glass.
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart,
The holy tree is growing there;
From joy the holy branches start,
And all the trembling flowers they bear.
Remembering all that shaken hair
And how the winged sandals dart,
Thine eyes grow full of tender care;
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart.
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Happy Mothers Day
From Womens Space
The women most responsible for Mother’s Day were radicals; feminist revolutionaries. Julia Ward Howe, who penned the Mother’s Day Proclamation of 1870, was an abolitionist, sharing leadership of the movement with the likes of William Lloyd Garrison, William Cullen Bryant, and Ralph Waldo Emerson. She was a playwright, a poet and a mother of six who once wrote of her abusive marriage under a pen name when her husband forbade her to publish. She was a peace activist who worked tirelessly for an end to war and for healing the wounds of war which were suffered by civilians and soldiers alike. She was a woman who began to see and understand the parallels between the institution of slavery in the United States and the enslavement of the people of women.
The women most responsible for Mother’s Day were radicals; feminist revolutionaries. Julia Ward Howe, who penned the Mother’s Day Proclamation of 1870, was an abolitionist, sharing leadership of the movement with the likes of William Lloyd Garrison, William Cullen Bryant, and Ralph Waldo Emerson. She was a playwright, a poet and a mother of six who once wrote of her abusive marriage under a pen name when her husband forbade her to publish. She was a peace activist who worked tirelessly for an end to war and for healing the wounds of war which were suffered by civilians and soldiers alike. She was a woman who began to see and understand the parallels between the institution of slavery in the United States and the enslavement of the people of women.
Thursday, May 8, 2008
religion
I am amazed at the lack of tolerance religious people show others. When i talk to someone i dont constantly think of what their beliefs are, and i rarely tell them mine. I dont ask theirs as it has not bearing on my relationship with them.
So why is it so many people not only want to know Mine, but judge me incompetent in all other areas when its not the same as theirs? I know they dont ask cashiers, waiters, Drs, nurses, cops what THEIR religious beliefs are..so why is it mine is important? As a midwife, you are hiring ME for my skills to SAVE a life. I have emergency skills to use at births that you pay me for.... why does it matter WHO i pray to?????
So..please... STOP making my beliefs the defining issue!!!
So why is it so many people not only want to know Mine, but judge me incompetent in all other areas when its not the same as theirs? I know they dont ask cashiers, waiters, Drs, nurses, cops what THEIR religious beliefs are..so why is it mine is important? As a midwife, you are hiring ME for my skills to SAVE a life. I have emergency skills to use at births that you pay me for.... why does it matter WHO i pray to?????
So..please... STOP making my beliefs the defining issue!!!
Sunday, April 27, 2008
stuff
I am enrolled in a program to get my BS in midwifery. Its been a tough 3 weeks with microbiology!!
I have enjoyed the information but it sure has been tough juggling everything. If i could just take a weekend break on the beach and talk to noone..i think i would come back feeling wonderful.
Im glad Bones the TV show is back..i download it every week from ITunes and watch some interesting things. I like the bones part but i aint so crazy about the squishy parts.
I rescued another neo.. she is a tawny and is 3 yo. She has adjusted well and my other Neo sophie, hasnt quite figured out why she is here. They get along and having the both of them pounce on my bed to sleep is quite an experience. I love big dogs but they sure take up space without apology!!
I have enjoyed the information but it sure has been tough juggling everything. If i could just take a weekend break on the beach and talk to noone..i think i would come back feeling wonderful.
Im glad Bones the TV show is back..i download it every week from ITunes and watch some interesting things. I like the bones part but i aint so crazy about the squishy parts.
I rescued another neo.. she is a tawny and is 3 yo. She has adjusted well and my other Neo sophie, hasnt quite figured out why she is here. They get along and having the both of them pounce on my bed to sleep is quite an experience. I love big dogs but they sure take up space without apology!!
Sunday, April 6, 2008
I love this song..and it speaks a lot about how i felt when my 25 year marriage began to dissolve...
""It's hard to listen to a hard hard heart
Beating close to mine
Pounding up against the stone and steel
Walls that I won't climb
Sometimes a hurt is so deep deep deep
You think that you're gonna drown
Sometimes all I can do is weep weep weep
With all this rain falling down
Strange how hard it rains now
Rows and rows of big dark clouds
When I'm holding on underneath this shroud
Rain
Its hard to know when to give up the fight
Two things you want will just never be right
Its never rained like it has to night before
Now I don't wanna beg you baby
For something maybe you could never give
I'm not looking for the rest of your life
I just want another chance to live
Strange how hard it rains now
Rows and rows of big dark clouds
When I'm holding on underneath this shroud
Rain
""It's hard to listen to a hard hard heart
Beating close to mine
Pounding up against the stone and steel
Walls that I won't climb
Sometimes a hurt is so deep deep deep
You think that you're gonna drown
Sometimes all I can do is weep weep weep
With all this rain falling down
Strange how hard it rains now
Rows and rows of big dark clouds
When I'm holding on underneath this shroud
Rain
Its hard to know when to give up the fight
Two things you want will just never be right
Its never rained like it has to night before
Now I don't wanna beg you baby
For something maybe you could never give
I'm not looking for the rest of your life
I just want another chance to live
Strange how hard it rains now
Rows and rows of big dark clouds
When I'm holding on underneath this shroud
Rain
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
time goes fast
and i have been busy and not having the time to get on here. I had an article posted on womenspace!!
Hope you go by and read it
http://womensspace.wordpress.com/2008/03/12/come-together-womens-history-month-blog-carnival-march-12-2008-on-being-a-heterosexual-feminist/
This is an awesome site with LOTS of voices from all walks of womyn life!!
Hope you go by and read it
http://womensspace.wordpress.com/2008/03/12/come-together-womens-history-month-blog-carnival-march-12-2008-on-being-a-heterosexual-feminist/
This is an awesome site with LOTS of voices from all walks of womyn life!!
Saturday, March 1, 2008
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Womens Security Council
Interesting!!!
Women's Security Council
Welcome!
The basis of American democracy is that when the government ceases to work for the people, the people have a right to start a new one. The US government has had almost 300 years to begin to work for women, and we are unsatisfied with the state of women and children, the poor and the elderly, the minority religions and races, and the disabled in this country. To improve the lives of Americans of every age, race and gender, we propose to institute a new form of consensus government, based on the original American democracy, that of the Indigenous tribes like the Haudenosaunee (Iroquois) which have both male and female bodies of government that work in complimentary ways.
The Women's Security Council is intended to be a sort of women's Congress that will reach out to the disenfranchised among us who don't have lobbyists and corporations working for them. We also intend to speak for those who have no voice, the flora and fauna, our land, our rivers, streams and oceans, the Planet and the air around Her, as a part of the sacred trust that women owe to Mother Earth. We love our country but we are also Matriots and as women we recognize that all children are our children and we are members of the global community, without limits or borders, that is Womanhood.
We invite you to join us in this quest to return government to the hands of the American people and to speak for the least among us.
Women's Security Council
Welcome!
The basis of American democracy is that when the government ceases to work for the people, the people have a right to start a new one. The US government has had almost 300 years to begin to work for women, and we are unsatisfied with the state of women and children, the poor and the elderly, the minority religions and races, and the disabled in this country. To improve the lives of Americans of every age, race and gender, we propose to institute a new form of consensus government, based on the original American democracy, that of the Indigenous tribes like the Haudenosaunee (Iroquois) which have both male and female bodies of government that work in complimentary ways.
The Women's Security Council is intended to be a sort of women's Congress that will reach out to the disenfranchised among us who don't have lobbyists and corporations working for them. We also intend to speak for those who have no voice, the flora and fauna, our land, our rivers, streams and oceans, the Planet and the air around Her, as a part of the sacred trust that women owe to Mother Earth. We love our country but we are also Matriots and as women we recognize that all children are our children and we are members of the global community, without limits or borders, that is Womanhood.
We invite you to join us in this quest to return government to the hands of the American people and to speak for the least among us.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Different things..
How about some cool crone stones? These look awesome!
Or make your own Sacred Stones
I made a set for my oldest son who is 24 for Yule..and they are nice to have around.
Some interesting Jewelry. Of which i have picked out several pieces.
Also a cute website for girls called Elsie and Pooka My 12 yod downloaded a lot of stuff from here including a yummy dessert.
This site has adorable gloves, socks and leg warmers-- I have ordered several things from them and they are gorgeous!!! I love their fingerless gloves including the pirate girl ones!!
And check out this gorgeous Vagina couch
It is very cute and i have told my kids i want one!!!
Or make your own Sacred Stones
I made a set for my oldest son who is 24 for Yule..and they are nice to have around.
Some interesting Jewelry. Of which i have picked out several pieces.
Also a cute website for girls called Elsie and Pooka My 12 yod downloaded a lot of stuff from here including a yummy dessert.
This site has adorable gloves, socks and leg warmers-- I have ordered several things from them and they are gorgeous!!! I love their fingerless gloves including the pirate girl ones!!
And check out this gorgeous Vagina couch
It is very cute and i have told my kids i want one!!!
Saturday, January 5, 2008
Illegal to think
Thinking for yourself is now a crime
Will it son become illegal to say anything or believe in anything the government has not sanctioned? Will our voices soon be stamped out because we tell our truth??
Will it son become illegal to say anything or believe in anything the government has not sanctioned? Will our voices soon be stamped out because we tell our truth??
Friday, January 4, 2008
More info on the HPV Vaccine
The Great HPV Vaccine Hoax Exposed
What is s sad is the voices who were against the mandatory use as well as voluntary use of HPV were ignored and often called anti-woman... now what do we do?
We demand those who pushed this through to be held accountable for the deaths of many young girls and women.
What is s sad is the voices who were against the mandatory use as well as voluntary use of HPV were ignored and often called anti-woman... now what do we do?
We demand those who pushed this through to be held accountable for the deaths of many young girls and women.
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
Article about HPV and the vaccine
HPV not the cause of cervical cancer
FDA has a long history of lying to parents and women about food and health safety. Read this article and decide for your self.
I disagree with her ideas of teaching abstinence in school..i think the more information a woman has about sexuality and safe sex, the better choices SHE makes for herself. Demystifying sex from a "marriage only" act to a "safe, responsible, enjoyable ADULT" act gives the power BACK to the woman.
FDA has a long history of lying to parents and women about food and health safety. Read this article and decide for your self.
I disagree with her ideas of teaching abstinence in school..i think the more information a woman has about sexuality and safe sex, the better choices SHE makes for herself. Demystifying sex from a "marriage only" act to a "safe, responsible, enjoyable ADULT" act gives the power BACK to the woman.
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