oblivietto: (moon and pines)
Peace and moonlight,

Barefoot (from Year of the Goddess)
Gabriel Rosenstock

The moon lies on her back
Mad drunk
Keeping the birds awake
They chat in a foreign tongue
A silvery river flows up the slope
Bearing with it the reflection of a fairy bush
You must be out walking, in Your bare feet

You were born during a Waning Gibbous moon

This phase occurs right after a full moon.

You love to let people in on the story of how things come together. You know the background of ideas and have a deep understanding of things others just touch the surface of. You can surprise people with your wide variety of knowledge, and they'll remember and appreciate you for it.


May. 21st, 2011 06:36 pm
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Well, I guess today wasn't the day for the Rapture of the Church after all. I think it was irresponsible in the extreme for Harold Camping to forecast the Rapture to the world. Apparently quite a few people sold their homes and all their assets because they believed they would no longer need them. I imagine there will be lawsuits, although I don't believe one should be able to sue for one's own stupidity. The thing is, I feel sort of sad for Camping. I don't think he was a fraud. I think he really, truly believed that he was going to meet his Lord and Savior today. Besides the stomach-churning stress he must be feeling at having to explain his mistake to the entire planet and his complete and utter loss of credibility, he must be feeling real personal disappointment and facing a serious crisis of faith. I just can't shake this feeling of sadness, thinking about Camping sitting behind closed doors, thinking, "My God, my God, why hast Thou forsaken me?" Everyone I've talked to about it is scolding me for being "too soft" or "too kind", but is there really such a thing as too much kindness? Are we meant to ration mercy? Hmmmm.

Enough of that. I'll leave you with two things: an appeal to not be too hard on the true believers who are now left feeling empty and foolish, and, because I'm only human, this awesome comic. *grins*
oblivietto: (rainy day)
I love rainy days, and we've got one. There is nothing so soothing as the soft, steady sound of the rain. The small, but insistent, press of the rain will lull even the most vigilant thinker to reverie. Even more than rainy days, I love rainy nights. Even though my natural tendency is to be a night owl, I make a beeline for bedtime when it's rainy. Add some gentle thunder and I'm deeply content. Mmmmmm.

And now for a thoroughly jarring change of subject...

Today was the day that Majid Movahedi was due to face his sentence and lose his eyesight. In 2004 in Iran, Mr. Movahedi attacked Ameneh Bahrami, a woman who had repeatedly turned down his proposals of marriage. It was a horrifically common attack; he fell on her and threw acid in her face, blinding her in both eyes. In 2008 Mr. Movahedi was found guilty of the crime and sentenced to have ten drops of sulfuric acid dripped into each of his eyes in retribution. Ms. Bahrami will be invited to physically carry out the sentence. If she refuses, officials will do the job. In 2009 the Iranian Supreme Court approved this punishment. By the time I'm writing this, the sentence will have already been carried out. I could go check, but I haven't got the heart. This case raises very interesting issues about crime and punishment, violence and retribution. Acid attacks upon women (particularly those who turn down a suitor) are becoming more and more frequent, and I find that absolutely abhorrent. These women are guilty of nothing, yet their lives are destroyed. Shouldn't the attacker pay for his crime? Well, maybe. My blood says yes, but my spirit says no. We must be better than this. Even if I were the victim in this case, I could not pour sulfuric acid into his eyes. Or maybe I could. What if it was my daughter? I definitely could. But doesn't that make me just like him? We can say, "Well, no, because he is guilty of something terrible, while the victim was guilty of nothing." But we are not to judge one another. To many people ("WRONG people!", my angry heart says), she was guilty. Of course we know better. But aren't we supposed to be good enough to know better in his case as well? *sighs* It's so hard to be good. I want to be like Justice herself, and inflict all kinds of agony upon evil-doers. But then, of course, I'd be an evil-doer myself; I'm only human and can't judge anyone's actions or motives with perfect clarity - not even when it seems obvious. Yes, it is hard to be good. I hope and pray that some blessing comes from the pain that both of these human beings have suffered and will suffer, and I pray that they may both learn to forgive.

peace and endless peace,

ETA: The sentence of blindness, due to be carried out at noon today, has been postponed. It has not been cancelled or commuted, simply delayed. I'd like to think that it's because they can't find anyone willing to perform the actual act, nor any physicians (to test the results, apparently) willing to take part in the sentence at all. Sometimes this world hurts me.

This world can't stand too long
Be ready don't wait too late
You should know it can't stand long
For it is too full of hate...

written by Jim Anglin, performed by Bob Dylan
oblivietto: (blessed be)
We've broken the record for Hottest May 10 Ever. It reached the mid-90's on the Iowa banks of the flooded Mississippi today. And humid? OMGs, I can't even describe it. The sky was hazy and smelled of ozone all day. Even as the sun is setting, the temperature is still near 90 degrees. My beloved lilac bushes are sweating out the sweet scent of May into the thick air of August.

Tuesday is therapy day. As much as I admire my therapist, I think the lilacs do more good. Who can frown in the presence of so much sweet purple?

ETA: My last A recent post marked the occasion of Beltane, one of the Sabbats in the wheel of the year. It's a festival of fire and fertility, a great celebration of consummation. In that spirit, I offer poetry. This lovely piece speaks to me of the opposing, balancing energies of the universe, as well as the passion of lovers. I imagine these words whispered in divine bliss, and it makes me happy.

Paris and Helen
by Judy Grahn

He called her: golden dawn
She called him: the wind whistles

He called her: heart of the sky
She called him: message bringer

He called her: mother of pearl,
barley woman, rice provider,
millet basket, corn maid,
flax princess, all-maker, weef

She called him: fawn, roebuck,
stag, courage, thunderman,
all-in-green, mountain strider,
keeper of forests, my-love-rides

He called her: the tree is
She called him: bird dancing

He called her: who stands,
has stood, will always stand
She called him: arriver

He called her: the heart and the womb
are similar
She called him: arrow in my heart.

Pax et bonum,
oblivietto: (altar of thought)
I went to a new doc a couple of days ago. This was a BIG step for me, because I love and adore my primary care doc, who has done well by me for some years now. He's saved my bacon more than once. But he announced at my last visit that my health issues were getting too big for him; it was time for the specialists. cut for medical minutiae )

So that's the news of the body; now the news of the soul. Well, not mine. But someone's, and they all count the same, right?
So apparently three Anglican bishops walked into a bar have been ordained as Roman Catholic priests because they have moral issues with the ordination of women, gays, and the union of gays, either in domestic partnerships, or, heaven forfend - actual marriage. So they have started a schism in the Anglican church, and it is catching like mono at a junior high mixer. According to this news article,
"The groundbreaking ceremony was made possible by a 2009 ruling by the Vatican allowing Anglicans worldwide to join the Roman Catholic Church and still adhere to many Anglican traditions.

Vatican officials devised the new policy without consulting Archbishop of Canterbury Rowan Williams, the spiritual leader of the global Anglican church."
(NB: whom I've met numerous times, and who is a lovely, generous, devoted, and brilliant man)

"The new system is designed to entice traditionalist Anglicans opposed to women priests, openly gay clergy, the blessing of same-sex unions and other controversial policies that have caused a deep schism within the church.

Until it was put in place, disaffected Anglicans had joined the Roman Catholic Church primarily on a case-by-case basis.

And my question is this: is there any reason it can not continue on a case-by-case basis?? This has indeed caused a deep schism. People I have known my entire life are decamping, going off and calling themselves "Anglicans", instead of "Episcopalians". Here's a newsflash: We're already Anglicans, those of us under the umbrella of the Church of England. Don't try to sound all flash and High Church just because you're a misogynist and a homophobe. Your moral outrage is not impressing anyone except possibly il Papa, and as an Anglican bishop, you've already foresworn that you don't need no steenking Pope to save your soul or act as a Holy Conduit between you and your God. You disgust me.
Pax et bonum,


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