Tag Archives: religion

Political Heartburn

Feeling the Bern

Flames leap with each beat

up my throat

 

How can so many

hate

   Progress

Defeat

Every step countered

 

They don’t wave me over in the lot

I’m not of their Lot

They smell the liberal sprinkling of salt

Imagine me burning

Imagine us flailing

What’s left when all that’s left is anger

and entertainment

My chest is one match from explosion

Apart

Together

Tired of the same

Begging for change

It shall come

From whom?

For whom?

The future is now

See the light

Feel the creeping cold

 

nuclear possibility

 

Who causes Armageddon?

Who brings Heaven?

 

You.

 

Me.

 

We.

“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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“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.

tornado

This is what one neighborhood looked like before and after:
tonadobefore

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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“The final forming of a person’s character lies in their own hands.” -Anne Frank

school

Two weeks into school and my daughter has already had another layer of innocence scrubbed away. I worry she has donned a layer of protection in its place. Vulnerability leads to some of the greatest gifts of human existence, but it is not always rewarded thusly.

Boots (as I call her here) did not talk much the first couple years of her life. Friends and strangers alike commented on her silent, searching gaze. Everyone has always agreed that my daughter has a way of taking it all in, picking it apart, and examining the puzzle pieces of life. Now a precocious second grader, she continues to discern.

As parents, my husband and I have sought to avoid the grievances we endured as children. We have sought to teach our son and daughter how to think rather than what to think. We do not seek to indoctrinate. Daily life, as well as specific events, have led to several conversations about religion in our household, oftentimes regarding atheism. Sometimes Boots was around, and as always, she listened. She has asked what other people believe, what we think. Honesty and her own freedom of thought have always been paramount.

One day she will form a more informed worldview, but for now a lack of belief is all she knows. There has never been a reason for her to believe in a deity and she does not. Belief in the tooth fairy is still up in the air, though she’s leaning toward disbelief there too. When Santa came up with her classmates, she stood firmly among the non-believers. When church and God came up, she freely admitted her disbelief. This time she stood alone. When it came up again one of her closest friends told her that she would grow up to be a “bad guy” and that she would tell the whole school that Boots didn’t believe. How quickly a young mind can be narrowed…

My seven-year old daughter was shamed, insulted, and threatened with ostracization until she felt the need to lie. She feigned a belief in God to appease her friend. When she told us what had happened, her father and I told her that it was not a lie she should have to tell, but that we understood and respected her choice. In the past we have warned her about the potential reactions of others. How could she really comprehend what we meant? Why shouldn’t she trust her friend and peer? Why would one difference of thought jeopardize a friendship?
There’s no reason, no good reason at least.

We have encouraged her to be brave enough to be herself. Now she knows why being true to yourself requires courage.

Boots was bothered by her friend’s reaction, but in the end not all that upset. Her dishonesty ended the accost for the time being. This is not her fight. This is not ground she needs to stand on. Nonetheless, the social battles go on.

I can’t help but wonder how she will react to similar conversations in the future. Will she remember? Will she be able to trust and confide as freely as she did mere days ago? Has she built the founding layer of a wall to hide behind?

My daughter is being molded and layered by the words, emotions, and opinions of those around her. There are so many voices. There are so many hands.