Wonder and Dismay

I wonder about a lot of stuff.  Sometimes its stuff like what goes on over at the neighbor’s house and do they know their kids are obnoxious felons?  Other times its stuff like who was the first person to eat an artichoke, and how did someone figure out to dip the ends of the leaves in butter and scrape off the flesh with their teeth?  I mean, really, how do you get to that from looking at a thorny thing like an artichoke?  Would you put any part of it in your mouth?  And yet, they’re delicious.  Either that or it’s just an excuse to eat butter.

Mostly, I wonder at the difference between what people say on Sunday, and do on Monday.

Every religion I’m familiar with professes that each person has a responsibility toward others.  We’re all responsible in some way for the well-being and care of our neighbors.  Each faith says it differently, but that’s the basic premise.  Yet, everywhere I turn, people turn their backs on each other.  For evidence of this, check out Facebook.  Any discussion of health care reform, or immigration, or welfare, or any other endeavor that has to do with support of the less fortunate is met with malice and vitriol.

It’s almost a daily occurrence when someone posts something on my Facebook page about “my” Obama doing yet another thing to drag this country down.  There was a flame war over the issues in Arizona.  Bring up food stamps and AFDC and the stereotypes and prejudices come flying out faster than you can say “charity.”  There are more social issues that prompt wars of words than I want to list here, but I think you get the idea.

Religiously-observant people I know site the Bible as their guide to being a better person.  They say that any value worth having is in there.  The road map, if you will, is there – you only have to read it.  I’ve been told many times that a non-religious person couldn’t possibly have strong values and a commitment to her fellow human (they said “man,” but let’s not go there).  Children, I’ve been told, can’t possibly grow up to be caring and productive members of society without the guidance of god.

I don’t buy that.

I was raised Catholic.  I converted to Judaism.  I’ve flirted with Paganism and earth-based religions.  I’m pretty much comfortable being a Secular Humanist.  I believe, completely, that people are either good, bad, or as is most often the case, in between somewhere.  Values and morals are something your parents pass on to you, and something that you groom and hone as you live your life.  Way back before there was a Bible, or one god, or any gods at all, there were people.  They cared for their young, nurtured their old, sacrificed for the good of the clan.  They didn’t have Exodus 20:1-7 to tell them not to steal.  They didn’t do it because it wasn’t accepted.  It was a value.  No god involved.  There was only a society that didn’t value stealing from your clan.

Not so, today.  Now it’s apparently ok to take from those less fortunate, as long as you can get away with it.  It’s ok to kill because of the greater evil of “them.”  Depriving people of the opportunity to feed their children is fine because they didn’t fill out the form properly, or were allowed to even get a form to begin with.  The children in my neighborhood will never be forced into human slavery, but it’s ok to ignore it when it’s a teenage girl from China.  We would never let the next door neighbor starve, but the children of war torn countries are much easier to dismiss.

It’s really not about values, is it?  It’s really about money.  Money that “we” have and “they” don’t.  No one disagrees on a philosophical level that no one should starve.  But when it’s time to pony up the old checkbook, suddenly the hungry person is “lazy,” and “unmotivated” to move himself out of poverty.  Bashing Obama for costing “us” money on the healthcare bill is rather like blaming a child for his parents’ lack of financial sense.  Obama wasn’t the only one working on this.  He has said, in many sound bites, that there is no way for his vision to prevail when there are so many special interest groups out there undermining his intentions.  And before you start bashing me in the contents, do a little research on your own to find out just what parts of the health care bill came from whom.

It isn’t religion that dictates our values.  It’s society as a whole.  And as long as our society continues with the “me first” method of value setting, it isn’t going to change.

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PSG Cometh

39 Days, 22 Hours

I have been pondering the workshops I might attend this year.  There are not as many as I’d like, and not any with the topics I really want to examine like green building, sustainable living and the like.  There’s one on green burial, which I will be attending.  A possible candidate is Assault on the Sacred, as is Celtic Song and Story.  That one is a strong contender for my valuable PSG time.  I’m thinking of going to the Daily Centering Circle at Psyche’s Grotto, since that is something I need in my life.  Discovering the Amazons is another interesting looking workshop, particularly since it’s being given by Kathryn Hinds, a prominent pagan author.  Engaging the Warrier’s Heart is on my list, as I think it might be useful in my new managerial capacity at work.  It’s also being presented by one of the authors, so again that’s a big draw.

In keeping with the soul searching and self-actualization I’ve found myself drawn toward, Gestalt Dream Work is a definite possibility.  I definitely want to walk the Labyrinth this year, so napping that day will be key!  My political activist self is being drawn to McCollum V. California: The Battle for Pagan Rights in Modern America.  I might also wander over to the Morning Zen Medication and the Mythic Mindfulness and Goddess Virtues workshops.

Since I’m only through the “M” portion of the workshops, I’ll stop there.  It’s a lot to choose from.  My plans also include time spend at the gathering areas, going to morning meetings, hanging out in camp with my friends, and spending quality time with my husband, son, and self.  My only unfulfilled wish is that it lasted more than eight days.

Now, off to the practical part – packing!

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As the Blog Turns…

As all things change, so too does my blog.  I find myself knitting a lot less and reading a lot more.  I have virtually no knitting to blog about, save my husband’s laments about the space my supplies take up.  So, since he never laments about such things, there’s nothing to blog about.  Knitting wise, that is.

There are, however, topics to explore.  Totally NOT fiber related.  Things like why is everyone so down on healthcare reform, particularly the existing healthcare law – which is the way it is because it wouldn’t pass without the provisions we hate being put in by the Other Side?  Or how the word feminism has become the same on the profanity scale as fuck.  Yes, I went there.  Or why I don’t feel comfortable blogging about my Daily Demon – Depression?  Or why I’m letting my gray hair grow out? Or how come being 51 is making me freaking crazy (no, I didn’t go there this time – once is enough).

So, my friends (all three of you), this blog is changing.  The name will probably change too, I haven’t decided yet.  I do know that you will find more political, personal, global, and controversial topics here, and less soft, fibery stuff.  I will post the occasional knitterly topic, but that’s no longer the focus.

Fair warning, dear readers (I always wanted to say that!).  The times they are a-changing.

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Spring – Finally!

After a very (very, very, very) long winter, spring has sprung.  The sun is warm on my skin, the light is golden, the sky is blue.  The spring flowers in my yard are exploding all over.  The magnolia has turned to yellow flowers this year.  Last year they were green, but I think it was due to the youth of the tree.  It’s two years old now.

I moved most of the daffodils and tulips last fall, and relocated the hydrangeas.  The hydrangeas are still just sticks, but the tulips and daffodils are blending nicely with the bleeding hearts.

Some of the tulips are the raggedy ones that are so beautiful.  I like them so much more than the plain tulips.

It just shows that, when it comes to long (long, long, long, cold, snowy, long) winters, you just have to

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Found Thing

On my way home tonight, as I kept my ever vigilent watch for rogue deer lurking in ditches waiting to run in front of my car, a rogue miniature pincher actually did. Run in front of my car, that is. It didn’t lurk, it bounced. I stopped to make sure it was ok (I didn’t hit it). It was just sitting there, blocking the ENTIRE ROAD with its tiny body, until I opened my car door. Then it jumped like someone had stuck a hot poker up its…er…behind and sailed into my car. Right on top of the pizza box -which was, thankfully, closed. After doing my civic duty by stopping at random farm houses to ask if they knew to whom the dog might belong (they didn’t), I had to choose between leaving the creature by the side of the road or bringing him home. So, there you have it.

killer

Wee Beastie is caged. While he gets along with Spike and Lucky, apparently he’s too proud to poop in the backyard like the other dogs. I got tired of following him around like some sort of lackey. Ads have been placed in the appropriate publications so that (hopefully!) someone will claim him. I don’t want another dog. Especially one that appears to think himself descended from doggie aristocracy. For now, we’re calling him Killer. Or Sir Killer, as he prefers.  He appears to be mostly Miniature Pincher, with a touch of aristocratic something.  He jumps like a Jack Russel.  If he’s not claimed by Tuesday, he’s up for grabs.  Any takers?

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Aviary Oppression

In the fight against aviary oppression, take no prisoners.

squirrel-bird-feeder

Apparently, I’m not the only one who has noticed the insidious spread of bushy tailed rat like creatures (some know them as squirrels) infiltrating the yards, garages, bird feeders, and even the attics of our homes. These fluffy terrorists hold nothing sacred – bird seed, dog food, tuna sandwiches with american cheese, yarn – any of these (and more!) are fair game in their stealthy quest.

Beware. Be prepared.



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My Certificate

Personalized by moi…

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Stepping up to the podium…

Along with about 4000 other knitters, but I can share…

<<wiping a tear from my eye…>>

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Gold Medal Material!

Oh yeah..I’m done!  Finished, cast off, soaked, blocking, photographed.  Andrea’s Shawl is complete.  Feast your eyes on the beauty that is victory.

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The Gold is in Sight!

The bosy of the shawl is done, and all that’s left is the picot edging.  That will take the better part of a day, but I’m optimistic!  I may actually complete a challenge!  Here’s my two thousand words:

NOT a great picture, but proof that the body of the shawl is done.

MUCH better picture, and shows the edging nicely.  Better pictures tomorrow when I finish AHEAD OF SCHEDULE!!

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