If you grew up in an Abrahamic culture, you’ve probably heard the story of Jonah. Basically, God said, “Jonah, go to Nineveh and talk to them.” Jonah didn’t like that idea, so he tried to run away to Tarshish on a ship. God said, “Uh, Jonah, you’re going the wrong way. Nineveh is over there.” Jonah said, “La la la! I’m not listening!” God said, “Fine, I guess we’ll have to do this the hard way. Mr. Fish, please escort Jonah to Nineveh.” And the Fish swallowed him, spit him up on the shore, and Jonah finally took his butt to Nineveh. I am starting to really relate to poor Jonah.
The other morning I was cruel to my beloved 6-year-old. It was stupid, it was unnecessary, and I was completely in the wrong. When she got home, I apologized to her, and she, being the sweet, loving child that she is, immediately forgave me. It was another reminder that I am not yet where I want to be in relation to my children, nor am I parenting from a reality of abundance. So what exactly happened?
I’ve been musing lately over the etymology of words. I love languages and find it fascinating to study the similarities and differences between them. I love to understand the roots of words and histories of idioms. One word that has been brain fodder for some time now is Responsibility. I am trying to take responsibility for my problems and my life. For my state of mind, my vibration, and all that that entails. Responsibility should be empowering, not crippling.
But What exactly does responsibility mean? Continue reading “Responsibility – what is it?”
I have a problem with clutter, with which I have struggled all of my life. I cannot remember ever living in a house that was not cluttered. For 15 years, I have been attempting to address it in fits and starts. I remember when I was about 10 or 11, my father complained that there was never a clean flat surface in the house. I can only seem to keep any surface clean for a few hours at a time. Continue reading “My battle with clutter and hoarding”
Weight is such a heavy topic in our culture. We, especially women, are bombarded with messages pushing us to be thinner, or more fit. Weight is equated with health, and if you want to be healthy, you have to be within a certain weight range. And of course, everyone else knows exactly what you need to do to get yourself into that range. You have to eat certain things, not eat certain things, exercise more, and generally make yourself miserable and hate your body. We also aren’t allowed to say that we are fat. We may say that we need to lose weight, but God forbid we call anyone fat. Fat is almost a swear word. Continue reading “Reasons why I am fat – Behind the obvious”
There are many tragedies in life. Death, disease, violence, natural disasters, accidents all cause us stress and worry. In times like these, we often talk about praying for the victims, or sending positive thoughts and energy. We do it to help those who are hurting, and we do it to feel like we are contributing in some way, even if we are too far away to be of service in person. Some people say that such efforts are useless. They do not believe that positive thoughts can help anyone. Whether this is true or not, we still do it. We do it for ourselves if for no one else. It helps ease the pain of feeling helpless. But I do believe that such things can be helpful to those in need, too. Continue reading “Sending positive thoughts”
I was reading a post on Facebook by Sharon Astyk (here is her quiet-for-now blog) who used a personal example of a crisis in her life to explain that we really don’t understand our fellow countrymen right now, and we are only just now realizing we have been completely miscommunicating for a long time. That we need to sit down and really listen to discover how our neighbors see the world because it might be radically different than we do. In the comments (I know, never read the comments, but her Facebook friends are generally very respectful), someone remarked, “We all desperately want to be “read” by others, and (at least for me) it’s so hard to get past innate self-centeredness and lack of communication skills. And yeah, a neighbor could be all the things we fear. Love is stronger than fear, but is expensive. But why else are we here? We’re all so needy and broken.” Love is expensive. Is it? Continue reading “Love is expensive?”