“The Bible contains six admonishments to homosexuals, and 362 to heterosexuals. This doesn't mean God doesn't love heterosexuals, it's just that they need more supervision.” ~ Lynn Lavner, a lesbian comic
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
today's all too funny quote!
“The Bible contains six admonishments to homosexuals, and 362 to heterosexuals. This doesn't mean God doesn't love heterosexuals, it's just that they need more supervision.”
More MySpace Vortex
There's been a guy running round my head lately... just one of those inklings, I wonder what Chris is up to?? I hope he's happy, whatever he's doing... Then Lisa mentions she saw his brother around, cementing my thoughts of Chris. I even did a search for his name, nothing. Last night, I'm stealing, er, borrowing the Wumpus picture for my blog, which led me to the Spooncat! page, which, of course, led to the Janitor Bob and the Armchair Cowboys page, and viola! There was Chris' smiling face :)
It's always a tough day for me, when I have to tell someone who knew and loved Hannah, that she is transitioned... Chris was especially tough, as the last time I saw him, he was fully intent on ignoring his gift to the universe and by golly, he was gonna kill himself right and proper by whatever available chemical. He's been sober since Hannnah's left... I think it's a perfect measure for his sobriety and more importantly, his Self-Love. I didn't quite believe he was real, even after his message this morning, so I went to his work and got to hug him my own Self (only because my incredible boyfriend loaned me his car for the afternoon!) and look in his eyes and see that he is Alive and has a Life and is finally beginning to recognize his own gifts.
We're gonna meet for coffee on Monday and get our catching up done right :) I'll be giving him a packet of Hannah to keep in his wallet -- we talked about it and he wants to resist, but he knows all to well that resistance is futile ♥
It's always a tough day for me, when I have to tell someone who knew and loved Hannah, that she is transitioned... Chris was especially tough, as the last time I saw him, he was fully intent on ignoring his gift to the universe and by golly, he was gonna kill himself right and proper by whatever available chemical. He's been sober since Hannnah's left... I think it's a perfect measure for his sobriety and more importantly, his Self-Love. I didn't quite believe he was real, even after his message this morning, so I went to his work and got to hug him my own Self (only because my incredible boyfriend loaned me his car for the afternoon!) and look in his eyes and see that he is Alive and has a Life and is finally beginning to recognize his own gifts.
We're gonna meet for coffee on Monday and get our catching up done right :) I'll be giving him a packet of Hannah to keep in his wallet -- we talked about it and he wants to resist, but he knows all to well that resistance is futile ♥
Wheel of Fortune
Wheel of Fortune May Change support your growth.
Deck: Cagliostro
My Daily Tarot Reading
card art © US Games
The central theme of what is traditionally called the Wheel of Fortune card is cyclical change. The Wheel keeps on rolling, churning events in a ceaseless progression of ups and downs, either way freeing us from the past. No one can escape its cyclical action, which can feel somewhat terrifying -- no matter whether we are rising or falling. When one is balanced on top there is a moment of crystal clarity, but the only part of the Wheel not going up and down is the hub, which is your eternal Self, the Source of Freedom.
Every one of us will occupy all the points on the wheel at some time or another. The cycle of the wheel is its lesson -- and we can learn to take comfort in it (as we do when we celebrate our birthday). If you don't like the look of things right now, just wait -- things will change. Of course, if you do like the look of things right now, enjoy it while it lasts, because that will change too!
Monday, March 05, 2007
Would You Be Friends With Yourself?
I find this question difficult, not a one word response. I'm a tough friend to hold on to.
I wonder how much attention I give to BEing a good friend. Oh, I'm nice and I'm a heck of a lot of fun, I've even got great ideas for schtuff! Then I don't show up. I don't call. I don't answer the phone. It's icky. Then, later on, I do show up and I expect everything to be jes'fine! Blech!
What is that?
What's the payoff?
Why would a woman with the world by tail, suddenly let go to pretend to look at butterflies?
It's not that I have better things to do, I'm not having a session of wild sex or being swept off to Paris for the weekend, heck I'm not even particularly melancholy. Just asocial. Not gonna deal with people. Zero desire. Manners out the window.
A stand to be taken. What kind of friend am I gonna be? Who will show up tomorrow? What will I say to mySelf when my gumption is gone? What will conjure it from netherwhere? What will I say to the girls? What coaching do I want? What coaching will be effective? What will it look like? What will it feel like?
I got some majik to work out!
I wonder how much attention I give to BEing a good friend. Oh, I'm nice and I'm a heck of a lot of fun, I've even got great ideas for schtuff! Then I don't show up. I don't call. I don't answer the phone. It's icky. Then, later on, I do show up and I expect everything to be jes'fine! Blech!
What is that?
What's the payoff?
Why would a woman with the world by tail, suddenly let go to pretend to look at butterflies?
It's not that I have better things to do, I'm not having a session of wild sex or being swept off to Paris for the weekend, heck I'm not even particularly melancholy. Just asocial. Not gonna deal with people. Zero desire. Manners out the window.
A stand to be taken. What kind of friend am I gonna be? Who will show up tomorrow? What will I say to mySelf when my gumption is gone? What will conjure it from netherwhere? What will I say to the girls? What coaching do I want? What coaching will be effective? What will it look like? What will it feel like?
I got some majik to work out!
The intimacy of a blog
Hypocrisy. That's what a blog calls you on. Oh it's great for tracking your own growth, what you learn and how you use it. It's generally a safe place for one's rants and raves through growing pains. And then one of those raving moments comes back to test your true resolve.
I made a pretty strong point when questioning the reasons behind those who have conjured me into their lives, only to decide otherwise. In my recent surround of Wisdom (I recommend the trinity, er, trilogy of The Journey Home, V for Vendetta and The Matrix) I realize my role, the gifts for me, the gifts from me, and the gifts of me. I wrote that blog carefully, so as not to transmit false orders onto the gods-that-be, but to indeed find a way to conjure some gratitude for my own lessons and growth. Then I found this really cool picture to end my rave, a reinforcement of the order I consciously place with the Universe.
And here I am... realizing someone was listening. I'm swimming through fear and joy and wonder and gratitude and a million other tingly things that don't yet have vocabulary, which are beyond categorization.
It's funny to hear the voice of my fiercely independent and single-partying Self scream, "but we're not ready for our last first time!!" To which the fiercely independent, OWL facilitating, sexually free chick responds, with tongue clucking, "My god! It's sex!! It will be grrrreat!! hellllloo?! We deserve it!" From the comfy corner, surrounded by flannel and fleece, the matron who is welcoming and ready, ♥ is too breathing a sigh of relief as the moon tide washes the decision making out of our hands for a few more days.
I love the soap opera of my own mind.
It's a great thing to be open, it's a great thing to be alive while we still can be.
It amazing when we honor the contracts of our Soul.
I made a pretty strong point when questioning the reasons behind those who have conjured me into their lives, only to decide otherwise. In my recent surround of Wisdom (I recommend the trinity, er, trilogy of The Journey Home, V for Vendetta and The Matrix) I realize my role, the gifts for me, the gifts from me, and the gifts of me. I wrote that blog carefully, so as not to transmit false orders onto the gods-that-be, but to indeed find a way to conjure some gratitude for my own lessons and growth. Then I found this really cool picture to end my rave, a reinforcement of the order I consciously place with the Universe.
And here I am... realizing someone was listening. I'm swimming through fear and joy and wonder and gratitude and a million other tingly things that don't yet have vocabulary, which are beyond categorization.It's funny to hear the voice of my fiercely independent and single-partying Self scream, "but we're not ready for our last first time!!" To which the fiercely independent, OWL facilitating, sexually free chick responds, with tongue clucking, "My god! It's sex!! It will be grrrreat!! hellllloo?! We deserve it!" From the comfy corner, surrounded by flannel and fleece, the matron who is welcoming and ready, ♥ is too breathing a sigh of relief as the moon tide washes the decision making out of our hands for a few more days.
I love the soap opera of my own mind.
It's a great thing to be open, it's a great thing to be alive while we still can be.
It amazing when we honor the contracts of our Soul.
Sunday, March 04, 2007
Saturday, March 03, 2007
My own Journey Home
Divine timing... my entire life is about divine timing! I was called to purchase that book, I was called to finish reading it, I am now called to examine what the story means in my own life.
Our hero, Michael Thomas, learns incredible lessons of faith and truth and love... his journey is shadowed by his own former, not-yet-evolved Self, the Self full of fear and anxiety about change, the Self of comfort and knowing even at the cost of happiness. His present Self has to confront the Self's shadow, stand strong and choose a new path, a path without comfort, the path of the unknown, the Soul's true path, the path without guarantees, the path of risk, the path of Faith, the path of becoming more than who is possible right this moment.
I'm there, I'm at a new place, yet another new opportunity in my life.
A chance to confront my shadowy fears and get on to the sunshiney life I deserve.
Our hero, Michael Thomas, learns incredible lessons of faith and truth and love... his journey is shadowed by his own former, not-yet-evolved Self, the Self full of fear and anxiety about change, the Self of comfort and knowing even at the cost of happiness. His present Self has to confront the Self's shadow, stand strong and choose a new path, a path without comfort, the path of the unknown, the Soul's true path, the path without guarantees, the path of risk, the path of Faith, the path of becoming more than who is possible right this moment.
I'm there, I'm at a new place, yet another new opportunity in my life.
A chance to confront my shadowy fears and get on to the sunshiney life I deserve.
All I ever needed to know, I learned from Ree
Just when I thought I had exhausted her kitchen wisdom, I stumble across this -- now I gotta schlep my ass down to the store again for some Steak! Quite honestly, I have no idea how to cook a steak well (well, I can brown chunks well done for burritos, et al, but not an actual steak I'd eat). I'll begin the quest for the cast iron skillet... don' worry, I'll be sure to document my cow flesh adventures!
Blizzard Bonus!
We had a real SD Blizzard move through this week - what a treat!! The weather geeks are so excited that we have weather they're all beside themselves with JOY!! As the excitement began Thursday night, my trusty news engineer went to work in the evening and slept on a studio sofa sans blankets, so as to be there in the morning when everyone would be demanding some live news about what the heck to do when the entire city shuts down because of unexpected (March has historically always been the snowiest month here) dumping of glorious snow! I got to welcome Scotty at the end of his show, and turn over my kitty and my bed for some much needed slumber on his part.
Me, on the other hand, I was sure to garner a trip to the grocery store from Ed... not only to enjoy his company and commentary on the weather, but also so I could do some cookin' with Ree!!! It was just that kinda day :)
First, I whipped up a chocolate sheet cake with Hayden. We're now baking the professional way with each ingredient carefully measured before we begin anything; makes me feel sooooooo Martha :) There was a bit of confusion, as Hayden read the recipe to me, we quickly realized that 4 heaping teaspoons of cocoa just don't have the same effect as 4 heaping tablespoons of cocoa will! Even if I didn't realize it until it was poured into the pan, didn't matter! We sprinkled on the extra cocoa and mixed it into our cake pan with a baby whisk! Ooooh this picture just can't convey the... oooey gooey loverlyness that IS this cake! Oh and because it's mine, I sprinkled half of the cake with dark chocolate chips!
And what the heck, while I was heating up our kitchen anyway, I thought I'd whip up some o'Ree's lasagna, too! Turns out I was missing some key ingredients for her recipe (like Garlic!), but I did have the basics and a lovely jar of Newman's Own Organic to pinch hit! Now I gotta say, I'm not one for meat in my pasta. Ida, the amazing Italian red-headed mother of an amazing former boyfriend of mine, inspired my cooking greatly! She (and then me) was a big fan of vegetarian pasta dishes, with her (and now mine!) wondermous meatballs served on the side. I must say, though, I really love the gr. beef/hot sausage mixture Ree recommends!
As the pasta cooked, Scotty realized his time with us was limited, as Wumpus was to begin recording their Zombie music last evening... He was really sad to leave at feast time! Just as it was time to eat, we received the fateful message: Recording Session canceled for the weather! To celebrate, we had some of this! Which has only fueled Scotty's need to be at my house, near me, snuggled up and hibernating on my bed!
And because I know the way to man's heart is through his Soul, I offered him some of this
And in return, I got this
I'd say we had a house of very, very comforted Souls and happy, happy faces!
First, I whipped up a chocolate sheet cake with Hayden. We're now baking the professional way with each ingredient carefully measured before we begin anything; makes me feel sooooooo Martha :) There was a bit of confusion, as Hayden read the recipe to me, we quickly realized that 4 heaping teaspoons of cocoa just don't have the same effect as 4 heaping tablespoons of cocoa will! Even if I didn't realize it until it was poured into the pan, didn't matter! We sprinkled on the extra cocoa and mixed it into our cake pan with a baby whisk! Ooooh this picture just can't convey the... oooey gooey loverlyness that IS this cake! Oh and because it's mine, I sprinkled half of the cake with dark chocolate chips!
And what the heck, while I was heating up our kitchen anyway, I thought I'd whip up some o'Ree's lasagna, too! Turns out I was missing some key ingredients for her recipe (like Garlic!), but I did have the basics and a lovely jar of Newman's Own Organic to pinch hit! Now I gotta say, I'm not one for meat in my pasta. Ida, the amazing Italian red-headed mother of an amazing former boyfriend of mine, inspired my cooking greatly! She (and then me) was a big fan of vegetarian pasta dishes, with her (and now mine!) wondermous meatballs served on the side. I must say, though, I really love the gr. beef/hot sausage mixture Ree recommends!
As the pasta cooked, Scotty realized his time with us was limited, as Wumpus was to begin recording their Zombie music last evening... He was really sad to leave at feast time! Just as it was time to eat, we received the fateful message: Recording Session canceled for the weather! To celebrate, we had some of this! Which has only fueled Scotty's need to be at my house, near me, snuggled up and hibernating on my bed!
And because I know the way to man's heart is through his Soul, I offered him some of this
And in return, I got this
I'd say we had a house of very, very comforted Souls and happy, happy faces!
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