Thursday, August 16, 2012

A moment...

There are moments when a line from a movie or a song will come to mind and will make me think about where I once was and where I thought I'd be and where I am. When that mood hits me I wonder why. Why now? When I have a lot of good things going on and more good things on the horizon, why is this mood trying to invade?

Perhaps it is normal  for someone my age to look at the road they've been on and wonder why they're not further along. Maybe it's a typical passage for us to go through. It may be a standard occurrence to question our accomplishments.

How many times do we evaluate and reevaluate the life we want? How many times do we question our decisions and try to regain some of what we felt was lost? How many times do we recreate our path?

Don't get me wrong; I am grateful for many of the blessings I have. Not counting loved ones (because their presence goes without saying), I have a growing business, I have good health, I have people all over this planet who I would love to visit, I have a home and pets and friends. I have the gift of creativity and a talent for working out solutions to odd problems. I have so many blessings.

But there are moments when I remember other things that I once took for granted.
And I was audacious... I was. And then...
I grew tired of struggling against... everything. I stopped doing some of the things I enjoyed. I forgot that my Spirit was bright and beautiful. And I just survived each day.

There was no burst of inspiration. No moment of clarity. Just little things here and there. Someone reaching out to me and taking my hand. Someone telling me that they believed in me. Someone opening their home to me. Many someones joining together in friendship. These are the things that have helped me through the rough times. These are the things that help me to remember where I'm heading.

May you all be blessed with such moments.

(The line is from the movie "Hope Floats".)

Tuesday, August 07, 2012

Radio silence...

I heard a story early Monday and decided to make an observance of how fast the story would spread. I kept an eye out on Facebook and Google+. I watched for stirrings of anger and outrage and sorrow. I waited for the indignant protests from all parties and, yes, even the pointing of fingers.

Nothing happened.

Here is a story of the people who lost their lives. These were good people. Their families' lives are now shattered with the shooting in their place of worship on Sunday. Yes, that says Sunday. It's now two days later. Two days and the only thing I've seen on any social networking site was a picture. Just one. This morning.

In my head I'm wondering what the hell is wrong with our media that this story didn't make it huge. Where are the headlines? Where are the left wing liberals shouting for gun control? Where are the right wing conservatives defending the right to bear arms? Where are the atheists with the "I told you so" attitude saying something about religious nuts? Where are the religious nuts shouting about sanctity of houses of worship?

But in my heart I'm wondering how many people read the story and just let it go.

It seems so much more important to shout about Chik-fil-a and to cheer about contraception and to snub someone for being liberal or conservative and to scoff at someone because they believe in a Higher Power and to gossip about celebrities and to brag about the latest gadget they got.

I feel like crying. And hitting something. Instead, I'm going to go wash dishes.

Thursday, August 02, 2012

Sad

StormI was going to let this go, but I'm seeing more and more people (who are supposed to be intelligent) spreading hate and I can't understand it. How is supporting hatred good for our country? For this whole planet? And yet, I see people posting stories about how yesterday's "cause" is how the voting is going to be? One person actually said that it wasn't about religion, it's about the cause. No, it's about not stopping to think that you are in this tirade against other human beings. Does it really affect your life because your neighbor is homosexual? Or heterosexual? Or bisexual? Or any other prefix? Is this the most worthy cause you can throw your money at? Is this the way you want your children and grandchildren to remember you? How about your Creator? Is this how you want them to see you?

I am so glad the people I call friends are more loving than that. In fact, I'm immensely grateful that I've got friends who are of many religions or of no religion who accept that everyone is different.

As angry as this may make some of you, I see yesterday's show of hatred and the resulting comments just as negative as throwing a party because a man, who did atrocious things and whose followers also did those things, was killed last May. I really want to believe that the human race will rise above all of this, but I'm starting to lose hope.

Drop an unkind word, or careless: in a minute it is gone;
But there's half-a-hundred ripples circling on and on and on.
They keep spreading, spreading, spreading from the center as they go,
And there is no way to stop them, once you've started them to flow.

Drop an unkind word, or careless: in a minute you forget;

But there's little waves a-flowing, and there's ripples circling yet,
And perhaps in some sad heart a mighty wave of tears you've stirred,
And disturbed a life was happy ere you dropped that unkind word.


James W Foley (only two stanzas)

Wednesday, August 01, 2012

Simplicity?

I expressed a bit of frustration a few days ago to a loved one about the placement of Pagan holidays on calenders and, especially, almanacs. I realize that it's just easier to have the holidays on set days each year, but if someone is following "tradition" shouldn't the holidays be moved accordingly? For example, the calendars show that today is Lughnasadh (aka Lammas, or First Harvest), yet the sun isn't 15 degrees Leo until next Tuesday.

And that brings me to another question for myself: does it matter? Will the world fall apart if I follow a stricter method of figuring the Sabbats? Will I fall apart if I follow the printing on the calendar? The simple answer is no, of course not.

And so, I will smile when I see the pretty pictures and well wishes posted in the social sites and I may even repost a couple of them. Then, when it's the right day for me, I will celebrate with fresh breads and grains and early fruits.

Blessings, World. May your days be filled with sweetness.