Random Free Association, Cognitive Observations, & Emotive Diatribes all working together in harmony…

ImageSo, this has been bothering me for a few days.  In my old age I have learned that bigotry in not just a black/white issue.  For years I rode the fence on the gay marriage issue.  Much like our president I started believing that civil unions would be enough.  I hoped that would appease the LGBT community while allowing the Christians to “save face.”  Yet, as the years passed and the issue heated up I realized something extremely important – bigotry doesn’t deserve to save face. 

 America has a strong history of bigotry.  When slavery began slaves were not allowed to marry because it was a threat to the good white Christian way of life.  Slaves were not human and therefore could not claim the freedom to love and start a family.  That lasted up until the late 1860’s.

Then 100 years later the good bigots were still saying interracial marriages were an abomination and would be the end of “good God fearing Christian” values.  There is nothing like little mixed children breaking down the color barriers and making it harder to discriminate. 

So here we are at the beginning of the 21st century and now LGBT marriages will corrupt the Christian institution of marriage.  Those damn gays will kill straight marriages.  Really?  I wasn’t aware that what someone else did reflected on God’s love for me.  I didn’t know that how someone else loved made Jesus judge me harshly. 

I’d like to think God is nowhere near that arbitrary.  I’d also hope that he is more concerned with how we treat each other rather than which scriptures we arbitrarily choose to enforce with extreme prejudice. 

At the end of the day this was never about deep fried steroid enhanced chicken.  This is about espousing bigotry over love.  You cannot swear you love Jesus and forget his most powerful rule.   

 

Matthew 22:34-40

The Greatest Commandment

 

34 Hearing that Jesus had silenced the Sadducees, the Pharisees got together. 35 One of them, an expert in the law, tested him with this question: 36 “Teacher, which is the greatest commandment in the Law?”

37 Jesus replied: “‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.’[c] 38 This is the first and greatest commandment. 39 And the second is like it: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’[d] 40 All the Law and the Prophets hang on these two commandments.”

If this is the greatest commandment then you should want for all people that which you would want for yourself. 

Matthew 22:34-40

The Sheep and the Goats

34 “Then the King will say to those on his right, ‘Come, you who are blessed by my Father; take your inheritance, the kingdom prepared for you since the creation of the world. 35 For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, 36 I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.’

37 “Then the righteous will answer him, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? 38 When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? 39 When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?’

40 “The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’

If you believe in Christianity then should this be the scriptures you choose?  Just a thought.

I knew I was going to have to have a Imagehysterectomy.  Unlike some, I was in no way attached emotionally to my uterus and am quite happy to see it go.  *Side Note* If you have the choice go with the full laproscoptic DaVinci Robotic surgery.  I had 5 small incisions and the pain was minimal.  The whole process is like something out of a Sci-Fi Movie

So, what does one do when you can’t go further than your porch.  Well if your a reader like me you pick up a book or 10.  This downtime has decided the direction of my blog.  Beginning today this blog will be largely dedicated to books.

This week I will do a review on my new favorite series.  A Discovery of Witches and Shadow of Night are the first to books in Deborah Harkness’ series the All Souls Trilogy.  ImageSet Largely in London (Past and Present), Upstate New York, and France this series is what I have been waiting for since I discovered the genre with the Sookie Stackhouse Mysteries by Charlaine Harris.  Many writers in this genre border on erotica to propel the story and while I am no prude and can enjoy a well written sex scene with the rest of them the truth is often times all that sex for no reason get monotonous and I usually skim over them.  Harkness’ book is heavy on history and actual plot and there is very little erotic encounters.

Without giving too much away this series revolves around Diana Bishop and Matthew Clairmont.  Both are supernatural beings with Diane being a witch descended from the Salem Witch Trial Bishops and Matthew being a 1500 year old Vamp with a penchant for intrigue and scientific discovery.  When Diane calls a mysterious alchemy text from the Bodleian library of Oxford all hell breaks loose and Matthew is right there to shield her from the supernatural creatures bent on using Diana’s untrained skills to get the Ashmole 782.  It is at this point that the journey begins.

Deborah Harkness takes a while to set up the story.  So, while the story may seem to drag at the beginning of the book you’ll be happy for the back story and set up a third of the way through the book.  It took me a few days to warm up to this book, but once the story took hold for me I devoured both books in a day and a half.

If you enjoy paranormal fiction this series is a great read!  Until next time… Happy page turning!

How do you want it?

Happy Birthday TupacI have always wondered about my generation and our lack of black activists. Tupac Shakur’s birthday is today, and while I am a HUGE Pac fan I am beginning to wonder if the legend is not taking on mythical proportions. He was an excellent rapper and poet, but an agent of social upliftment and change?  I’m not so sure about that.  He had the ability to allow me to vent my anger through his. Pac could incite my righteous indignation, make me want to party, or put me in the mood for some thug love all in one record. Yep, he is #1 on my top 5 list of favorite hip-hop artists, but is he worthy of all this other adoration?  He is now on a pedestal I find myself uncomfortable with.

His mother has taken marketing him to a whole new place. Tupac Amaru Shakur is now the one thing in death that he never striven for in life… Pac is now a brand (See Coachella Event).  I guess I can appreciate the hustle in her even if I disagree with the trajectory of her plan.

One of my favorite quotes from Pac is “…All I want is money fuck the fame I’m a simple man.”  The greed dripping from that statement stops me, but in it is the essential truth about the Tupac I love.

Fame is a monster that leeches the realness from you. It allows outside forces to begin to define your “self” and you begin to lose that creative spark that made you so great. I think that is why entertainers have careers that ebb and flow while TRUE artists are consistent — even if that consistency never reaches the acclaim of the masses. I believe Tupac was a true artist and was the dichotomy of who we were as black youth in the 90′s.

We wanted to “Fight the Power” with Public Enemy, but we also wanted to “Do Whatcha Like” with Digital Underground. Pac embodied it all, but I wonder about this almost saint-like reverence of who he was. He has been polished and shined and is no longer the rough around the edges thug with a heart that I swooned over. Now he is a ghetto demigod. His imperfections glossed over, his creativity elevated to “genius” and his ability to speak for a generation reduced to a hologram. It was a very cool hologram, but it was missing the soul of the man who made my head bounce. So, Happy Birthday Pac… I miss you.

Thoughts 2012

I have very strong political beliefs that do not necessarily jive with the status quo. I recognize our political “leaders” are first and foremost political and therefore cannot have the heart or compassion to effect real social change because there is always the specter of the next election over the rise. I understand that to effect true social change you must have nothing to lose and the powers that be must see two sides of activism. There is the civil rights “we shall overcome” side that is the pacifist. This activism is usually seen as the sane and level headed role; whereas the “Fight the Power” fist in the air militant forms of activism are to be feared. They are branded terrorist or extreme. Yet, the truth is that the pacifist side can make no strides without its crazy brother making threats in the background. At the end of the day the crazy brother is the reason why the powers that be will listen and work with “we shall overcome.” It’s always been that way. So, what does this mean outside of the lens of the 1960′s?

It is 2012 and the world is smaller. The stakes are higher and how do we take the activism of Dr. King, Malcolm X, and Stokely Carmichael and merge them into a new activism world order. We live in a space where HIV/AIDS to ravage the continent of Africa and allow our greed to fuel the poverty as we turn a blind eye to the suffering in the world. I feel these things but am at a loss of what to do about it. I own an iPad, and iPhone, 2 laptops, flat screens and all the peripherals needed to enjoy these items to the fullest. Should I be ashamed at my commercialism? Should I cower in mortification at my own little piece of consumer driven lust? What should I do? Sell my home, quit my job run off to Africa to build wells and help women harvest free trade shea butter. Is it not enough that I buy free trade? I feel some kind of way when people around me talk about their money and their stuff. It makes me feel a little sick inside. I’m not sure if it’s because I want them to see the world in a deeper sense or if it’s because I recognize some of the same wants in myself and I am disappointed.

For years I wanted to join the Peace Corps. I wanted to be that person in sub-Sahara Africa or South America building a school and teaching English, but is this dream born out of a need to help or a need to identify myself as one of those people? You know the ones that hug the trees and sit around a camp fire singing Kumbayah. I think it’s a little of both. With 40 approaching my self-awareness is heightened. I am starting to see the end of this chapter in my life and reflect on where the next chapter should take me. My stint with motherhood is moving more towards confidant and friend rather than disciplinarian and parent. Friendships I have had for years are falling away from as they no longer fit where I am going. And while this may seem bittersweet I am finding that I am excited about these changes and truly looking forward to this next segment of my life. I feel myself coming into my own and I want the 3rd leg of this race to mean something. I want to be the person who goes out on a limb to help people. I don’t want to write a check. I want to get my hands dirty. I understand that the world is morally gray. I accept it and am willing to do my part in spite of this, but I am at a loss where to start. The weight of responsibility is trying. The constraints of doing in within a religious context make me a little queasy. Posting blogs and pics on Facebook seem sorely lacking.

So, here is to my new journey to discover my path. Here’s to learning to make a difference and allowing real activism a place in my life.

New Chapters

Hello World! I have returned. So, what’s been going on you may ask? I have gone back to school and am pursuing a degree in IT. I have had a couple of promotions at work. I’ve made some new friends, let go of some old ones, bought my dream car (Jeep Wrangler!!!!), and I am patiently awaiting 2014 when both me and the child will graduate.

The Child now has a boyfriend who I will call Bae. They crack me up they are such a cute couple and he is a gentleman which is a good thing. The dog-dog’s are still around wrecking havoc on toilet paper when I forget to close the bathroom door and I still don’t really chastise them. So If you have been here before you’ll notice a few changes. The blog is no longer Through My Eyes, but is now titled Elemental Inevitability.

So, why the name change? Through My Eyes represented how I saw my world. On any given day I could swing from tactful to downright rude. You just never knew where I was going to take a post and while that is still a part of my personality this new chapter will embrace the elemental inevitabilities of my life. I will be 40 this year and I wanted a place where I could explore what the world around me represents and who I am at the core. I know pretty deep huh? OK not so much, but in the end I think I knew my return to blogging was inevitable. Talk to you soon!

So Long… Farewell?

Sometimes good bye is forever and sometimes its just see you later for now.  I’m not sure which one this is, but I know that for the time being I am finished.  Maybe I’ll come back to blog again and maybe I’ll just leave this here collecting dust.  Only time will tell. 

It was fun knowing you and cathartic writing.  Feel free to browse and peruse past posts.  I cleaned house so most of the 132 posts are my personal opinion based editorials or about authors/writers I admire.  Thanks for your support over these 5 years. 

Peace love and blessings to all!

Good-bye

Ingrid

I Don’t Get It

An ex has decided to comment on my blog. After a few posts of trying to ignore him it nagged at me that he decided to ignore his home training and not be a gentleman by leaving me alone. So, I emailed him saying that if he needed to watch my life he should watch silently from the shadows. I told him I didn’t want to know he was lurking and I didn’t want to know what he thought about what I write. He e-mailed me back and told me he “needs the stimulation” so apparently I’m supposed to care. Apparently, it is supposed to matter to me.

When he left me and decided to marry the other woman he didn’t take into consideration that he was going to miss anything about me. Maybe, he thought I’d stay. I put up with a lot while we were together. Maybe he thought after some space and time I’d forget all the heartache and headache I experienced throughout out eight year “relationship”. Who knows — like Joni Mitchell said “Don’t it always seem to go that you don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone”

Don’t get me wrong I forgave him for his part in broken heart, and over the years I have owned my own failings that allowed me to stay as long as I did. However, in the last post I wrote he made the comment that he agreed with Curious that maybe I needed someone to do for me. Really?

Let’s just say I do need someone to do something for me. Maybe I have neglected myself and could use a little pampering. The question becomes was he going to do it and would his wife appreciate him being so attentive to me? Ummmm… Imma go out on a limb and say that is a definitive no. He wasn’t very attentive the whole 8 years we were together. Everything was about him all the time and when it wasn’t about him it was about what he could change about me. I’m trying to figure out if I was so imperfect when we were together why would you care what I have to say now?

I considered shutting my blog down because of this man, but the truth be told since we broke up I have changed my number and moved. That should be enough. I don’t think I should punish myself by closing the place I vent my thoughts just because he refuses to be a gentleman. I just don’t understand how a person can be so self centered that after everything that happened between us he feels he has the right to force his way into any part of my life? I don’t get that? I don’t understand why I should care his home life is so boring he misses what I have to say. I am of the opinion that it wasn’t worth much to him since he married someone else. We all have decisions we have to live with.

Rick, I think its time you stop this nonsense. Just go away. This is my last request. Don’t make this get ugly… I haven’t changed that much.

 

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