So, I'm writing today on something that has been stirring around with me for sometime. It's becoming rather obviously that something is wrong in our country. Terrible things happen all the time. School shootings, long running debates that get nowhere, and shameful name calling. What needs to change.
I don't know.
I have no solutions. Unlike the pundits that dance across our newspaper headlines and through our news media, I have no answers. I certainly don't think the blame should or could be laid at one person's feet. But even with all of this, the only thought I can think is I am so glad that I am alive right now.
I have been reading many accounts of 19th century America. Don't get me wrong, a lot of advancements were made. The Emancipation Proclamation was finally signed, women were slowly getting more rights. But I am so glad that I live in 2013, as a woman who can vote. As a person who can express my religious and sexual preferences without (much) fear for my personal safety.
I am so glad that my friends and family have the ability to express themselves. That we have the technology to keep in touch. That I can support the movements I feel passionate about, and not have to turn a blind eye to the people I love. I also feel grateful that most Americans have been purged of their barely hidden Anglo-saxonism.
So, as bad as it gets here and now, may we continue improving, even if it's at a crawling pace.
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
Sunday, January 20, 2013
Sunday Best
Sundays as an atheist are a bit strange for me still. It's been years since I have attended church on a regular basis, but there is still a part of me that feels guilty to me. I was talking to one of the closest people to me, and we were talking about what our "sermons" are now. I still treat Sunday as a catch up day. So it usually goes something like this:
Sleep in, check Facebook and email. Text Good Morning to a very close friend, and read a bit on my phone. Whatever I'm feeling, science or ex-mo theory or literature. I've been on a poetry kick lately, so it's been a lot of Dorianne Laux. If you want a sample of her work, click here. Get up, shower and wash my face. Make a batch of coffee, and then play some jazz. I truly believe that the only music for Sunday is jazz.
And then there are three websites I visit:
Brittany Gibbeous' Blog, whom has been an amazing inspiration to me. For both your wit and your soul, Brittany, thank you.
Ashley's Blog, one of my favorite people I've ever met, and who has lived through an amazing story. READ EVERYTHING SHE'S EVER WRITTEN.
Post Secret, which people send in their secrets on postcards.
Sunday is a day to remember humanity, and try and embrace solitude and calmness.
And then, usually, I make a shit ton of food.
Happy Sunday, everyone. May you find some calm.
Sleep in, check Facebook and email. Text Good Morning to a very close friend, and read a bit on my phone. Whatever I'm feeling, science or ex-mo theory or literature. I've been on a poetry kick lately, so it's been a lot of Dorianne Laux. If you want a sample of her work, click here. Get up, shower and wash my face. Make a batch of coffee, and then play some jazz. I truly believe that the only music for Sunday is jazz.
And then there are three websites I visit:
Brittany Gibbeous' Blog, whom has been an amazing inspiration to me. For both your wit and your soul, Brittany, thank you.
Ashley's Blog, one of my favorite people I've ever met, and who has lived through an amazing story. READ EVERYTHING SHE'S EVER WRITTEN.
Post Secret, which people send in their secrets on postcards.
Sunday is a day to remember humanity, and try and embrace solitude and calmness.
And then, usually, I make a shit ton of food.
Happy Sunday, everyone. May you find some calm.
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