Observation

How interesting is it that a tragedy where our children are slaughtered happens so closely to the time we read about in the Christmas story how Herod slaughtered an entire generation of baby boys in a vain attempt to eliminate the. Christ. We have here 20 babies who were slaughtered as a result of our culture's attempt to eliminate the Christ. And yet, we dont mourn the children we sacrifice to our own fears and selfish desires. So, what does this loss reveal to us? Is this really an occasion for us to sacrifice more of our freedom and money to a government so that it will "protect" us by taking weapons from bad and crazy people? Or by taking more money from  us so the crazy people can be medicated, counseled, and locked away to keep us sane people safe? Are we really sane? We see our selves as mini gods. Masters of our own fates, immune to visions and knowledge and experiences of blood, violence, and gore. Expecting that we can make choices to pursue our own happiness, selfishly expecting that our actions will have no consequences in our families, communities, and broad society. We talk blithely about how we are all connected and how we gotta look out for each other, but then divorce our spouses and expect that they won't experience consequences of depression and suicide. We glorify love, yet demean self-sacrifice. We expect our children to roll with the punches and not suffer from the rifts we create in our families. We create a culture where we glorify stories of violence, gore, and selfishness instead of glorifying a God of life, peaceable and quiet lives. 

I propose that instead of calling out to our big brother and our nanny to solve our problems, we, especially those of us who have been called to live our lives loving and Glorifying God and our neighbor, humble our selves. Plead forgiveness from God for disregarding his rules, forgiveness from our families and communities for any harms we have caused. I propose we protect our fragile minds and souls and the fragile minds, souls, and lives of the innocent from needless blood-letting and violence. Is there not enough pain and senseless violence in our world?

Why don't we consider why we send our children out to be indoctrinated in schools where the administrations have taken away any means of protecting them?

Let us take a moment of silent introspection and acknowledge the  injustices that we ourselves have perpetrated and ask for forgiveness  and absolution from that higher power we all give lip service to. Let us then move forward with confidence in that forgiveness and humbly strive to live in such a way as to be quiet, peaceable, seeking the best for our families and communities, not ourselves. Don't seek salvation from wrongdoing and injustice from a government comprised of faulty humans such as ourselves. Salvation only comes from sacrifice. That Christ we are attempting to eliminate became human, limiting himself so that he could sacrifice himself for our well-being. Freedom from guilt and selfish hearts is a low-hanging fruit waiting for us to humble ourselves, look up, and grasp. 

Christmas is about the gift of a child who, in turn, gave himself for our freedom and salvation from ourselves and our selfishness. The consequences will always be present because evil is always present, but we have been given power to see those consequences as a means to learn to forgive, to love, and to grow. 

Let the death of these innocents point us to consider the death of The Innocent and the freedom that death offers. 

Take heart my friends, let not these deaths be in vain. Consider your own heart and how you may prevent future tragedies by living selflessly and with the aid of our Incarnate Saviour.

I don't post much, especially now that I'm not in school or studying as I feel guilty posting from work (I'm on my lunch break, incidentally) and therefore since I don't have to be at a computer all day, I keep myself very busy avoiding the computer doing all those other things, mostly playing with dogs and horses and drinking and gardening and sleeping. A few thoughts inspired by seeing a woman I hadn't seen in years.
First, about Shelly. Then I'll tell you about my weekend and the amazing woman I refer to as MT mom and other mother.
 Shelly is this woman who has that quality about her that makes me incredibly intrigued. I met her at a health class when I was like, 10 or something. She befriended my mom while I sat and listened and observed her. Wide set calm blue eyes and a staid look on her face, she is simple, intelligent, empathetic, and is truly a beautiful soul. When I saw her she reminded me of so many people who I love.
I realize they all share these qualities and they all share these qualities with my biological mom. I can't help but think that I've been looking for her - my soul searching out her soul all these years. Now that I know her, somedays I almost feel that I've fallen in love with her, but not in an Electral or Oedipal kind of way, but in a soulmate kind of way. I now understand how mothers and daughters could be best friends. She is a fierce woman. (That word always brings to my mind an image of Boudicea from Celtic history, her hair streaming wildly back as she runs, flying almost, into battle in vengeance and to protect her people, her children). She has this smile that warms the depths of my soul. I look into her eyes and feel that I don't need to explain. I can tell her anything, knowing full well she will still love me. My biggest concerns are her regrets. 23 years of regrets. Her kind eyes and full smile that reaches out like a hug. Her tight, fierce hugs that make up for 23 years of missing hugs. Her wild salted auburn hair that flows back from her face. How my brothers are outspoken, liberal, hippy boys that love and accept and protect the misfortunate as if they are their own. The musical genius and eccentricity that they show. And it's not just her.
My aunts, my grandparents, some of the cousins, and even the uncles - they give me this look. It unnerved me in the beginning. Then, I understood the look. It's this look of surprise when they see her in me, this look of familiarity even though they have known me less time than some of my enemies, it's a look of possession- the moment when they realize that I am theirs. I am their cousin, niece, grandchild and I inherited a physical, emotional, intellectual birthright that nurture could not erase, but could only compliment. It's been five years and 25 days since I met her. Since I saw that backswept salted hair and felt the first fierce hug, since I felt so woefully inadequate. It's been four years since I forced myself on a 2.5 hour drive to walk into a group of 60 people who were my family, but didn't know it yet. Since then, I have been loved. I have discovered Irish Catholic Jesuit roots that explain so many of my eccentricities. I am an honorary Montanan and it shows in the way I drive, the way I drink, and the way I take on life seeing the consequences clearly, but daring them to try to slow me down. My love for law, politics, government, the environment, and for justice for all. These are my birthright and I didn't even know it. My thick hair, long legs, propensity to build muscle, womanly endowment, and the little belly that gives me fits - these are my inheritance. I could name as many things that I have gained from my raising. I could name things that I have inherited from the quiet, thoughtful man who is my birth father, such as my blue eyes, my reddish blonde curly hair, my nose, my tendency to pause and slightly stutter my way through conversations. But, as my maternal family is just that, maternal, and they were first, these things strike me most then. I am overwhelmed by the emotion I feel, the care, the protection, the easy hugs. Sometimes, a weekend with them is like a down comforter and I just want to sleep.
All of these things that have changed since those days when I sat quietly and observed Shelly came rushing at me when I caught her eyes today. She looked at me as I looked at her, a faint recognition in her eyes. I didn't return it. I couldn't return the recognition as I didn't know what to say, how to describe why I knew her. For, I feel I know her more deeply than anyone could ever explain. I can't wait to get to heaven and ask God how that works. It's not all genetic, or environmental, but we have spiritual connections, emotional connections that feel as if they stretch back beyond the aeons into another time, another place, another creation. Those are the people I treasure most. I am so blessed.

LMFAO

So, I just realized recently that I could have taken said dream job with said dream boss (incidentally I'm house sittin for and can't stop thinking about what the funeral is going to be about - I have issues) and retaken the FING bar exam in July. ??? Why didnt' I do that??? Best of both worlds, hello? I assume God kept that little tid bit idea out of my little brain for a reason...I like my job. The office is always a good time as my boss and his wife have immensely inappropriate sense of humor. For example, he keeps asking me to draw up my dad's contempt orders and I keep telling him no. This makes his wife giggle and him apologize. Then he does it again. Alas, the life I lead.
I wanted to write this blog to protest the Elmo version of "i'm sexy and I know it"
The part that bugs me the most is "I walk into the room and Drawer and Mr. Noodle are staring at me."
OK. Drawer -- whatever, it's elmo.
Mr. Noodle? OMG, it's a middle-aged man with bad style and a really bad comb-over. Elmo's like a kid, right? and there's a middle-aged man staring through a porthole of some sort in his wall when he walks into the room? not to mention Mr. NOODLE? Euphemism anyone?
I got to admit, the thing made me laugh really hard. "I make art!" But, Mr. Noodle watching when little kid-like Elmo walks into the room set off my pedophile alarm bells. No kids, it is not ok for Mr. Noodle to watch you. EVER! or touch you or make you do things that your little kid conscience rebels against.
So, sorry if this just took a fun song and ruined it for you. Welcome to my little world - lawyers joking about me taking a swan dive off the fine line tightrope I'm walking and little furry creatures talking about Mr. Noodle watching them. No wonder I have crazy dreams....