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I won’t show you mine if you don’t show me yours.

There’s been a lot of talk here in the United States about the role of government and how far it should be allowed to control our lives. One candidate that I actually like a lot, Ron Paul, feels that the Government needs to take a lesser role in the lives of its people and allow them to make the choices for their lives themselves. Though this would mean that funding for some programs would go away. While other parties tend to take the stand that Americans have no idea what they actually need for themselves and it’s the job of the government to tell them what the right thing to do. We have become the morality police not only for our own people but for the whole world.

I know that I try to keep out of politics on my blog. But from time to time reaching into my own personal beliefs to share is what you’ll find here. I welcome your thoughts and I don’t mind if you don’t agree with me either. It’s how we learn, grow, and how we connect with other people. However, a lot of people are scared to voice their real feelings about topics that others might not agree on. They feel threatened to tone down their views or withdraw their true feelings for the majority.  That’s not to say that blasting everyone with your opinion and being an ass it the right thing either. In fact, nobody listens to the guy who is yelling his facts and point.

However, my thoughts today wandered to the fact that we have  become brutalized by the 2 main political parties to think that we have to agree with one of them or our views don’t matter.  The religious christian hegemony has taken control of our government and lost the true foundation of our country, religious freedom and the right to make our own choices.  I don’t want to be part of a war that I don’t believe in, yet our country is constantly sending out troops to fight in wars that have nothing to do with us and thus bringing that hate back upon us. I am sick of hearing of one more soldier not coming home to his or her family because of a terrorist bomb in a country that doesn’t want us there.  Yet few candidates for President of the United States are willing to stand up there and promise that it will pull back government power from our lives and the rest of the world.

Honestly, I don’t want to know what’s happening in my neighbor’s house. I don’t want to go over there and try to fix their family, the marriage, or their money issues. I don’t think that storming over there and setting the house on fire and then standing outside and watching it burn down is going to help anyone. And I darn sure wouldn’t want anyone doing that to me either. I don’t see why the money I pay in taxes to support my country is being used to do things I morally disagree with.

If you want to take drugs, have an abortion, or do nothing with your life.. that’s your choice, have at it. BUT, I shouldn’t have to be forced to give part of the money my husband and I work hard to earn, to support your stupidity. I shouldn’t be forced to give you a choice when I have no choice about if I have to fund it or not with my taxes. All these pro-choice cheerleaders haven’t figured out that what they really want is to take away my choice to support their cause. They scream that every woman has a right to make the choices for her own body and I don’t disagree. But I should also have the right to opt out of supporting her abortion, her free clinic trips for having unsafe sex, or her right to live on welfare. I should have the right to choose if my money given in taxes should be used to continue treatment for meth clinics or should it be used to legalize marijuana.  If everyone wants a choice for what is good for them, why can’t I have a choice of if we have to support it or not? Why should a church or other religious institution be forced to allow abortions and contraception as part of their healthcare for their employees if it goes against their moral beliefs? This makes as much sense as a fish riding a bicycle.

But.. who am I? Nobody is really listening to me anyways. Or are they?

The Guest House – Rumi

I saw this posted today, this poem that stirred my soul and caused poetic butterflies to flutter about my cluttered mind and draw my attention to knowing more.  I’d never heard of this poet, Rumi.. but now I think that these words had reason to be seen today.  I needed redirection from disastrous thoughts, needed clarity on matters beyond my control. So, I share The Guest House with you.

The Guest House

This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all! Even if they are a crowd of sorrows, who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture, still, treat each guest honorably. He may be clearing you out for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice. meet them at the door laughing and invite them in.

Be grateful for whatever comes. because each has been sent as a guide from beyond.

– Jelaluddin Rumi,     translation by Coleman Barks

 

What Moving On Is Like « Thought Catalog

What Moving On Is Like « Thought Catalog.

I wanted to share this with my readers. It’s amazing sometimes when you read something and it pulls you into the world of the writer. You find your head nodding as you agree with the words that mean something to you. There are parts that touched me and made me smile as I read her words and silently said ” Yeah, I know that feeling. “

Moving on is like one day, you’re walking or reading or drinking the sun and one of those footprints, one of those artifacts will creep into your consciousness, “already seen,” the French call this, déjà vu, and you won’t know where it belongs or how it got there. All it takes is a familiar laugh, a recognizable word and you are transported to who knows where.

There are indeed old bones that you trip across in your life from time to time and you realize those used to be real people in your life, people you thought meant something and would be around forever. But in reality forever doesn’t last as long as you might think when it comes to relationships.  Forever just becomes a measurement of time longer than an hour, longer than the longest week you’ve ever had, and long enough to make it feel as if when it’s over that part of you will never be the same. That’s how long forever is. 

Give this article a try, see if it reaches in and pulls at you. Have you moved on?

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