Saturday, February 15, 2014

Bits and Pieces

Flotsam and Jetsam from Facebook, in which I found what I wrote pleasing from Feb. 14 and 15, 2014.
For all my fierce and beautiful sisters
We who pray and laugh and roar and run together in spirit
We are the Turtle of Native lore
We are made of Stardust
We fight the battle
We bandage the wounds...

We dry the tears with our aged hands
We carry forth the light
We offer comfort in the dark
I am humbled by each of you

For all of my glorious friends who are unabashed and unashamed in being who they are in spite of opinion and in the face of censure. You have my deepest respect and highest admiration.
Fat Fluffy Flatulent
White Whimsical Worrisome
Cold Cumbersome Catatonic
Sometimes I am so impressed (ha) - no make that sometimes I really like what I was able to say in a comment on someone's status. I liked this, so I am sharing it here as well.

I worry that I at times post too much positive - I know that sounds odd, but I do not know how else to say it. I read so much, and feel so horribly for some of the things I have learned, especially through Facebook. I do not want to ever make light of or seem to dismiss the anguish or suffering of another. I can only offer my perspective (if it seems solicited or warranted) and be encouraging and empathetic. There is a game people play where they speculate on what they would do if they won the lottery, and I always end up broke because I would give it all away once my necessities were taken care of. I just feel so damned inadequate.
I seek out people who are different from me, I do not want to be just another middle aged white woman ensconced in her beliefs with a one dimensional view of the world. I want to know people from other religions, or no religion. I want to explore the similarities and differences in lifestyles, languages, cultures, regions, countries, ethnicities, economic and social backgrounds, sexualities and political beliefs,. I want to examine and experience all of life I can. I want to be challenged, I want to learn and therefore be less judgmental (hopefully). I wrote this on a friends timeline  but decided to make it a public post instead because it is as close to a current personal manifesto as I have.
I am not a big believer in "happy". Let's face it, happy doesn't happen all the time. I am not all that sold on forever romantic love either.
Long term commitment, affection, tolerance, work at balance, give and take, bursts of intense emotion both positive and negative yes, but not hearts and candy and roses all the time. Life is not like that.
Life is hard then we die. People we care about hurt
us. We lose at life in little and big ways. We win at life in little and big ways. And if we try really hard we are able to make it work with another person for at least part of the journey.
It is all a bloody glorious mess from birth to death.

You are welcome for the insight into my mind this morning. Blame it on a caffeine withdrawal headache. I am going to get my coffee now.
A response: There is a country song, "Live Like You Were Dying"... We are conceived & begin the dying process from that moment. It is the core of truth that many people miss... We must live like we ARE dying! Because we are!
Then me again:  And you and I both know that no amount of love, or medical science, or "smothering" can keep someone from their inevitable fate. I agree we have a responsibility to take care of ourselves, yadda yadda yadda but we also have to be realistic. The only thing constant in life is the end result, in spite of our efforts for it to be otherwise. I do get irritated at people and their refusal to see the realities of life in that regard.
And my friend:  All of our modern miracles & advances in health care ultimately do one thing very well... Place guilt on the decision-makers for having to make decisions only GOD is prepared to make. Life & Death are in His power, yet so many people are placed in that position because of having to decide 'when to pull the plug'. That is a wicked, Wicked, WICKED torment that none should have to bear...


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