Category Archives: Religion

Endless Memoriams

On this day
We claim
To remember

But
Who can have memories
except those on the field
and those still at home

On this day
We hail Freedom
But is it
freedom to . . .
or
freedom from . . .
or
simply Free

Can that be won?

Freedom is not given,
should not be hard-won
Freedom is not a gift
for a few
or
for everyone

Freedom is Free
so long as it is not taken

It only ceases to be
when stolen by slaves
who worship their chains

No matter how many fight
and how many fall
Closed fists hold tight
Open hands grasp nothing at all

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“To the well organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.” -Dumbledore

I am a little shocked at just how sad I am about Alan Rickman’s passing. He was my Snape and a dozen other wonderful characters I loved.

This seems an appropriate repost.

Wary Wonderlust

cemetaryI am going to die. There have been times in my life when this fact scared me. Two unknown details of my demise still have the power to worry my weary mind: when and how. I don’t want to die young, before my children have grown and blossomed. I wouldn’t prefer a painful death. Other than that, the certainty of my finality no longer fills me with introspective angst.

Most humans are brought up with a pervasive faith in an afterlife. A common thread is found in the tapestry of life-after-death beliefs: retribution. How exactly that retribution will be paid varies widely. Some believe that a caste or species change is in order. Others are certain that a supernatural world awaits them on the other side. Regardless of the specifics, the idea of one’s actions being tallied and answered for is ever-present. While the rewards and punishments differ, religion in…

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“We cannot cure the world of sorrows, but we can choose to live in joy.” -Joseph Campbell

time_flies_by_our_kings-d5201pkAnother year is closing. I can hardly comprehend that it was two years ago that I wrote a post about New Year’s Resolutions. Rereading it today, I realize that while I’ve taken my own advice, I’m still working on it. As I always will be.

So, has this been a year that asked or answered? Has it been a year of inhaling or exhaling ? For me, a bit of both. I started homeschooling. I started two new writing projects. I began finding the version of me that exists with more independent children.

So much has changed, though I’m not sure it’d show much from the outside. I feel more stable and more understood. I feel freer to be me, whoever that is.

Thank you to those that have taken parts of this year’s journey with me. Thank you for letting me take part in yours.

I looked at the breakdown of my blogging year according to WordPress. Here are my five most popular posts of this year (in no particular order):
Daylight Savings Time, Body Confidence, Stupidity in Politics, Worth Dying For, and Death. I’ve been preaching weariness more than wonderlust. (Here’s where I mentally resolve to balance that scale a bit.) A few of those posts aren’t from this year, so after a quick scroll I chose one of my favorite posts of 2015: Why? (x4).

http://avaxhome.ws/blogs/igor_lv

I don’t know what sorrows 2016 will bring, but I am finding it easier to live in joy. I know that my blogging family deserves some thanks for that.

New year, new look. Like it?

“PRAY(v.) To ask that the laws of the universe be annulled in behalf of a single petitioner confessedly unworthy.” -Ambrose Bierce

Given the tornadoes that ripped through towns a mere 30 minute drive from my home (and the response that followed them), I feel the need to reblog.

Wary Wonderlust

My thoughts can’t help but be drawn to the tragedy in Oklahoma. If you don’t know, an EF5 tornado hit a small town, south of Oklahoma City, called Moore.

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This is what one neighborhood looked like before and after:
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I always get increasingly annoyed with news coverage of natural disasters. What do you say to a person that just lost everything they own? What do you say to someone that just lost a loved one? Apparently, you ask them how they feel. You ask them if they are scared, if they realize what happened. Seriously? These stories are certainly newsworthy, an entire town was practically wiped off the map. I get that, I just wish they could give people more than 12 hours or could at the very least come up with some better questions.

It never takes long for someone to blame a natural disaster on a lack of…

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