This is how I stay strong.
This is how I survive.
This is where I get my peace.
This is what gives me grace.
This is how I stay strong.
This is how I survive.
This is where I get my peace.
This is what gives me grace.
So, I just wanted to reach out to everyone and wish you a most wonderful Holiday Season.
Whether you are a Christmas maniac like me or celebrate something else that brings you joy, I hope your lives are filled with wonder and happiness, good food and great family.
You guys know I prepare for Christmas all year long. I think I started buying Christmas presents the day after last Christmas. I know, I’m nutso cuckoo, but I have a tremendous amount of fun buying presents. I do hate wrapping them though. Next year I’m hoping to hire someone to come wrap them. (I’m only half kidding!) 😉
But more than Santa and presents, cheesy taters, ham and Mom’s macaroni salad (drool!). More than taking TWO ENTIRE FUCKING WEEKS OFF WORK WOO HOO YAY HALLELUJAH! I also wanted to share with you what Christmas really means to me.
I know that I’m a sass-mouth. I know I curse a lot (see above paragraph!). I know I can be raunchy. I know that I wouldn’t know a filter if someone stuck one on my mouth and held a gun to my head.
I also know that I almost never go to a four-walled church and haven’t since I was 18.
I know that of the two men I’ve married in my life, neither one of them were Christian. More Buddhist/Wiccan/Pagan than anything, the both of them.
I know I rarely, if at all, talk about religion here on my blog–there are plenty of other blogs dedicated to that–I typically keep mine light, smart-assy, or ranty.
But during Christmastime, when the celebrations are at an all-time high and the world is swirling with garland and eggnog, I just wanted to take a minute to share with you the two sentences that, to me, have brought me the most wonderful peace in my life.
For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord.
For God so loved the world he gave his only begotten son, that whosoever believeth in him shall not perish, but have everlasting life.
Though this may surprise you, I have a deep faith in God and Jesus. To me, church is EVERYwhere, not just the building down the street with the steeple.
I thank God all the time for the wonders of my life. I know I’m blessed. And while of the last 45 years, a great many of them held infinite-seeming pain, both physical and emotional, I’ve always considered myself very blessed to have the Grace of God in my heart.
I don’t know what I would have done all these years without the faith I carry inside me each and every moment of my life.
I wish for all of you this Christmas a life filled with blessings and love and joy and strength.
And, while I think I may have posted this little video last year, I’m posting it again because every time I watch it, it makes me happy.
Seriously, I’ve tried to write this post 50 times and keep deleting it.
I’m trying to be delicate and inoffensive (which, I know, is rare!).
But I’m just going to say it.
People have a right to be who they are. Period.
If you don’t like it, don’t look at it.
If you don’t like it, don’t go to their parties.
If you don’t like it, don’t invite them over for Sunday dinner.
If you don’t like it, tough noogies.
I can GUARANTEE that no matter what kind of clean-living life you think you lead (and by you, I mean everyone on earth), there is someone on this planet who despises your faith, your politics, your sexuality, the color of your skin, etc…
It is sad that people hate so quickly and easily for something as little as where someone else sticks their dick.
Who the hell cares?
All of us have done or do things that others wouldn’t approve of, but we don’t want to be judged.
So, here’s an idea, don’t judge others either.
There will always be people you don’t like. I can name a few off the top of my head that I’d like to see eaten by prairie dogs. But it’s not because of who they sleep with, what church they attend, how much or little melanin they have in their skin.
If I hate a mother fucker it’s because they treat people like shit. It’s a personal kind of dislike that is rooted totally in the fact that that person makes a conscious effort to ruin other people’s lives in a direct, person-to-person way.
A transgender couple in Alabama is not mean to me, therefore I hope they are happy and live wonderful lives.
A biracial couple raising biracial kids in Washington is not mean to me, therefore I hope they are happy and live wonderful lives.
A gay couple getting married because they are in love is not being mean to me, therefore I hope they too are happy and live wonderful lives.
What I can never understand is why people latch onto things that they personally think are unacceptable because they fall outside of their own view of the world, and then choose to rail on about how bad, evil, against God, unnatural, blah blah blah those ways of life are.
Honest to God, one of the best things anyone can do both for society and for themselves is learn that a world full of happy, loving, tolerant, non-judgmental people, who spend their time doing things to BETTER the world rather than spitting venom into it, is a better world in which everyone can find their bit of joy.
I remember once being preached at by someone about how gays are ruining the world. Meanwhile, this person was married and having not one, but two, affairs.
Hmmm…I think that those without sin should chuck that first rock. The hypocrisy about killed me. But then everyone can find ways to defend their own lifestyle choices, while condemning others’ right to make their own.
My mantra is this: Wake up. Hurt no one. Go to sleep. Wake up. Repeat.
To me, and only to me as everyone is allowed their own opinion, that is the way to lead a truly happy life.
I don’t worry about who fucks who.
I don’t worry about who prays to what God.
All I care about is that we are kind to each other and try to create a world where our children will grow into happy, healthy adults where the word “tolerance” isn’t even a part of their vocabulary because allowing someone to live a life different from their own isn’t “tolerating” anything. It’s just how it is and all’s good.
I know there may be people who read this and say that I’m trying to choke my own thoughts down their throat so aren’t I a big ole fucking hypocrite? Well, if me sharing that I want people to live wonderful, judgment-free lives where differences aren’t only tolerated but celebrated, then I’m okay being labeled a hypocrite.
I hear all the time from people defending their right to hate somebody that “MY God doesn’t approve of that,” when it comes to the way some people choose to live their lives.
Well, let me just say this. My God is loving. My God sacrificed his Son for our sins. My God judges lives when you walk though the Pearly Gates–so that means you don’t have to do His job for Him.
When it all comes down in the end…when you look back on your life…do you want it to be full of antagonism, prejudice, hate, intolerance and judgment?
Or do you want to look back and say, “I did my best to create a good life, bring people around me joy, and now I can die knowing I did the best I could.”?
I vote for the second option.
In those last moments will you think about all the people you hated or will you think about the love you’ve been blessed enough to know?
If the answer is “the love” then why wait until your final moments? Why not live that life now?
But better people than me have written about such things, and so here are words from a very wise person about The End.
In my rear view mirror the sun is going down
Sinking behind bridges in the road
And I think of all the good things
That we have left undone
And I suffer premonitions
Of the holocaust to come.
The rusty wire that holds the cork
That keeps the anger in
And suddenly it’s day again.
The sun is in the East
Even though the day is done.
Two suns in the sunset
Could be the human race is run.
Like the moment when the brakes lock
And you slide towards the big truck
You stretch the frozen moments with your fear.
And you’ll never hear their voices
And you’ll never see their faces
You have no recourse to the law anymore.
And as the windshield melts
My tears evaporate
Leaving only charcoal to defend.
Finally I understand the feelings of the few.
Ashes and diamonds
Foe and friend
We were all equal in the end.
My life is filled with so many blessings from God and this is at the top of my list right now. My aunt, when she was 30, was at home in Baltimore and her breast exploded. It turned out she had end-stage breast cancer and the doctors had no hope of her ever recovering. Well, she taught them all that she wasn’t ready to die yet and with much prayer and strength she went into remission for 32 years. What an incredible miracle.
About 3 months ago she found out she had ovarian cancer that had spread into her stomach and other areas. The doctors had no hope, yet again. The cancer was so advanced and the tumors so profound that when she went into surgery for a full hysterectomy that they, literally, could not even cut through her to get to her uterus, etc…and had to terminate the surgery. We, her family, were devastated. My aunt is a wonderful woman who’s been through more trauma in her life then I can even begin to fathom and to have this come up on her so fast and to have an expectation that she would die any day was just too much to bear for all of us.
She was unable to eat, barely able to walk, and physically declining every day. But, being the trooper that she is, she decided to go ahead with chemo and now, 3 months later, her doctors are simply astonished by her improvement. It is another miracle. After 3 chemo treatments her tumors have responded so well that after her next treatment they are going to go in and re-attempt the hysterectomy. Once they remove her internal girl-parts, they’re going to finish the last few treatments and expect that she could go into full remission.
It’s simply incredible. We spent the 2 weeks after we found out about the cancer calling funeral homes and cemeteries in order to be best prepared for her passing, but she was NOT done with life yet!!! It’s just amazing to me that she has the stamina, strength and determination to beat end-stage cancer TWICE!!!
She’s not totally out of the woods yet and prayers would be so very appreciated, but the future is no longer grim–there could be a happy ending after all.
My aunt is my hero today as she chooses to beat the challenges that jump into her path with dignity, bravery and love. For that, I’ll always be thankful to her. Go Aunt Margie!
I wanted to wish everyone a very happy and blessed Easter. While to a lot of people it’s a day of Easter Bunnies (I put together 2 baskets myself!) and good food, for me it’s that and a day to thank God and Jesus for the both the sacrifice and the gift that bless us all.
I know I have the mouth of a trucker, write books about sex and love and relationships, and am as sarcastic as the day is long, but under all of that is a wonderful and personal relationship with God. I am so very thankful to God each and every day of my life for blessing me with all the amazing gifts I experience on a daily basis. I have a wonderful mommy and sister. My aunt, who is terminally ill with ovarian (and a few other types of) cancer has managed to outlive all the doctor’s expectations and even has good days sometimes. My husband is the kindest, funniest, sexiest, cuddliest, most generous man on earth. I have a good job, successful books and my health. These blessings come straight from God and I am so very thankful for them all.
I know how dark life can be, as I’ve been in that black room more than once. But knowing that the strength, love, compassion and kindness of God is right there if I need it reminds me that the light is but a step away at all times. I’ve been blessed more than once with miracles from God and today I want to thank Him publicly for His ever-present, guiding hand.
Happy Easter everyone and blessings to you all.