Season's Wishes!

English: Christmas Tree recycling bin in Place des Vosges (Paris, France). (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I've been celebrating with friends. Even they don't know I'm from someplace other than Earth. This isn't my first winter on Earth, but it still feels like it sometimes. I pretend to understand your many traditions. The most baffling is the killing of trees for brief decoration. I can deal with the silly plastic replicas, but I wanted to cry when I saw the pile of $10 cut trees. But this is the season of joy, so I took a large trimmed branch from a friend's tree, red and green mardi gras beads, and a used gold bow to make a "christmas tree" and tied it to the ramp of an elderly person I care about. Is that not what the season is about or am I missing something?

Here's to a happy holiday season (or a nice break for those done celebrating or not celebrating)! I still believe in peace on Earth.

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In Honor of Coming Out Day!

National Coming Out Day logo, designed by artist Keith Haring. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 I am....

attracted to other intelligent sexual beings. I may have experimented with unintelligent people in college, but it wasn't for me. Science has more than proven that most sexual activity takes place in the mind so I want my special someone to have a large brain.

Do I have physical preferences? I'm from another planet, not an alternate dimension. Every sexually capable being has preferences, and some preferences seem to be more acceptable than others, which is silly if you really think about it. Everyone has their preferences. They are innate parts of our being. Sexual orientation is just part of who a person is. It is one element of our life experience. For some people it runs quietly in the background, and others have their whole lives defined by living their truth. 

I'm definitely not into assumptions. We are all wonderful, amazing individuals regardless of sexual orientation or gender expression, but it is still painful to hide. If today is the day that you tell someone about your sexual orientation, that's great! Now is the perfect time to free yourself from assumptions, especially about sexuality.

The "V" word

"VDAY in New Orleans 2008" event. Smiling woman with "I (Heart symbol) My Vagina" shirt. Photo by Jes Richardson (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

So is it free speech or vulgarity for a high school student to wear the word proudly?

Brianna Demato, Bisexual Queens High School Student, Sent Home For Wearing 'I Enjoy Vagina' T-Shirt

To be fair, it's more appropriate for an adult woman to proudly proclaim "I love my vagina" on her shirt than for a teenage girl to wear a shirt saying "I enjoy vagina," but either way, a word is a word.

Are you in need of a no-no word for every letter of the alphabet? I've always been one to make friends with words so I find it curious when news reports multiple issues with the same word (please see this previous post). So the word again today is "vagina." Let's everybody say it together "va-gin-a." Whether or not you happen to have one, get comfortable with the word. This is supposed to be the less connotatively-charged word, but still people get offended.

The interesting part of the article is, of course, the comments. So this is an issue of adolescent sexuality and sexual orientation and, apparently, just the fact that this girl owns such a shirt makes her mother bad??? Hmm... Is that true? Does the shirt say "I enjoy having indiscriminate sex with girls and my mother encourages me to do so?" Because that is how people are reading "I enjoy vagina," it is, without question, too distracting a shirt for the school environment.

Having gone through adolescence, I can say without hesitation that sex is not for adolescents, and that the hallmark of adolescence is ignoring the most sage advice. But, that is not really the issue here.

What is the problem with the word "vagina?" The word represents a part of a whole being. A whole being sometimes enjoys expressing what it means to be a sexual being. That may include sexual activity, but it might be just wearing a shirt that makes people laugh. To be more realistic, if I owned a sexually expressive t-shirt it would say "I enjoy minds." Would you be offended by that?

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Please point and laugh at Chik-Fil-A

Yay!!!!!!!!!! At least a few of you are laughing. That's good. When you can laugh at yourself, you're in a much better place to laugh at the rest of this crazy universe.

Make no mistake, trillions of people on hundreds of different planets are pointing and laughing right now. A company that serves unhealthy food is denouncing love? Taking a stand on the unholy union between two people of the same gender?

Love is the one thing that will save you from everything you do to the Earth and to your own bodies. Attraction between two people is just one small aspect of the universal love that's out there, and not a bad one if I do say so myself.

Look at the stars at night. They are where they are because of attractions between them. Stare for a while and try to pass judgement on some of them. Yeah, a pointless exercise. A person is made up of the same stuff as stars. They may look masculine or feminine, but it's all an illusion. If masculine and feminine aren't cut and dried, why would you expect attractions between them to be cut and dried?

So love out loud. If you live near a Chik-Fil-A and are so inclined, Friday is Same Sex Kiss at Chik-Fil-A Day.

2nd Chances and Loving Out Loud

So, can anyone find the love in this picture?

   (Hint: look everywhere)

UNIQUE PICTURE: Earth as seen from the outer Solar System (Photo credit: Icarus Kuwait)

 

 

Today I was inspired by another blogger/writer Suzie Carr - Enjoying Life. I love that thanks to the internet I get to connect with so many people who "get it." There have been days that I've felt like I was alone on Earth. I was an invisible dreamer. I'm happy to report that I haven't felt alone or invisible in years. I'm here to tell you that it is possible.

Years ago, before I came to Earth, I was ill and came a little too close to dying. Physically, I was treated and cured with no further problems. But, something deeper than my body had to heal. That bright, shining fire of creativity and passion had dimmed. I came to Earth with every intention of bettering myself, but I had no clue how I was going to do it. The universe took over and did what I couldn't even dream of. One day, someone I knew invited me to her choir. Then, I mentioned the writing I had set aside (on a back burner with no flame underneath) to someone I didn't yet know, and got invited to a writer's group. Everything turned around. The impossible became possible. For the first time in my life, I was complemented on my smile. I brought to my writing a sense of humor that I didn't think I had.

What happened? Love. I had read The Universe is a Green Dragon by Brian Swimme, but I didn't get it so I tried again. The force of gravity (yes the thing that made an apple fall on Newton's head) is love. Huh? What people usually think of as "love" is only a very small piece of what's out there. Everything in the universe, from the largest star to the smallest subatomic particle, moves together and apart in this amazingly intricate dance that science just barely understands. I was always connected to everything and everyone else; I just didn't realize it.

Now, I love everyone and everything. Doesn't that sound so weird and impossible? Sure, I still get pissed off at the traffic jams of life, but I don't wave my fist at the person who cut me off. I see strangers as friends I haven't yet met, even if they turn out to be total a$$hats. As much as I would like to always be right and have the last word, I usually don't waste much energy on that. I gave the love I always wanted to others and realized I already have all the love I ever needed. I may still want someone to act a certain way, but I let go of the expectation that they will. Oh yes, I can still be hurt and even shed tears, but I never completely lose sight of the good that still surrounds me.

Loving out loud exposes you to a lot of unknowns, but not knowing is actually not such a bad thing. I have insufficient data to declare my dreams impossible; therefore, my only reasonable option is to follow my passions and then decide what I want to do with them. I have no idea where the universe ends, so I guess that means the possibilities are endless.

How do we treat our elders?

I think this applies to friends as well.

 

I was at the library and I met a homeless man. He was there to hide out from the 100+ degree heat. How was he supposed to even read properly when one of his eyes was clouded over by cataracts (very easily treatable)? My heart was broken. Is this how you treat your elders? Really?

I wasn't up to blogging about it until a facebook friend shared this picture and poem with me today:

Cranky Old Man.....
What do you see nurses? . . .. . .What do you see?
What are you thinking .. . when you're looking at me?
A cranky old man, . . . . . .not very wise,
Uncertain of habit .. . . . . . . .. with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food .. . ... . . and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice . .'I do wish you'd try!'
Who seems not to notice . . .the things that you do.
And forever is losing . . . . . .. . . A sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not . . . ... lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding . . . .The long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking?. .Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse .you're not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am . . . . .. As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, .. . . . as I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of Ten . .with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters .. . . .. . who love one another
A young boy of Sixteen . . . .. with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now . . .. . . a lover he'll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty . . . ..my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows .. .. .that I promised to keep.
At Twenty-Five, now . . . . .I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide . . . And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty . .. . . . . My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other . . .. With ties that should last.
At Forty, my young sons .. .have grown and are gone,
But my woman is beside me . . to see I don't mourn.
At Fifty, once more, .. ...Babies play 'round my knee,
Again, we know children . . . . My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me . . . . My wife is now dead.
I look at the future ... . . . . I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing .. . . young of their own.
And I think of the years . . . And the love that I've known.
I'm now an old man . . . . . . .. and nature is cruel.
It's jest to make old age . . . . . . . look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles .. .. . grace and vigour, depart.
There is now a stone . . . where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass . A young man still dwells,
And now and again . . . . . my battered heart swells
I remember the joys . . . . .. . I remember the pain.
And I'm loving and living . . . . . . . life over again.
I think of the years, all too few . . .. gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact . . . that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people .. . . . .. . . open and see.
Not a cranky old man .
Look closer . . . . see .. .. . .. .... . ME!!




Oftentimes, we don't see past the current physical body. We forget that every wrinkle is earned. 


Remember to look for the soul inside.


Namaste (The soul in me acknowledges the soul in you)

Freiya's day in pictures

Zucchini picked in the morning will go in stir fry for dinner. 

Fairytale eggplant in the afternoon

Writing muse asleep in the hay with the guinea pigs.

At my desk

Under my desk