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September Craft catch-up

September 18, 2014

So sporting a doozy of a headache today, so I’ve been plaguing FB with pictures.  Figured I’d upload a few here too.

My Heartsisters yarnbowl.

My Heartsisters yarn bowl.

Crochet mitts in peacock colors, made by my heartsister.   Love em!

Crochet mitts in peacock colors, made by my heartsister.
Love em!

Eternal Vigilance is finally added to canvas.

Eternal Vigilance is finally added to canvas.

Painted a new mug for my mom as she broke the last one.

Painted a new mug for my mom as she broke the last one.

Bought this used and the panels are badly scratched.  So I made fabric covered panels to go over the scratched areas.

Bought this chest used and the panels are badly scratched. So I made fabric covered panels to go over the scratched areas.

Finally got my son's painting in a frame.  Wish I hadn't waited so long as it is definitely worse for wear.

Finally got my son’s painting in a frame. Wish I hadn’t waited so long as it is definitely worse for wear.

 

Daily Happenings: 9/7 – 9/13

September 14, 2014

Just a reminder…my journal blogs are mostly for me and the few people that truly want to know what I do on a daily basis.  Read or ignore as you please.  Unless otherwise stated, I greet my main shrines twice a day when home and say prayers before bed.  Warning:  may contain rants…rants by definition are not based on logic and are solely for the purpose of clearing headspace so that I can address things in a more positive fashion.

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9/11: I remember

September 11, 2014

Aj / Melia:

My post from last year…I don’t think there is anything that I can add to it…

Originally posted on 4 of Wands:

Today, I remember the living.  Today I remember those whose birthdays are today:  My mother, my cousin and at least one friend.

Today, I remember the events of 9/11.  I remember those who died, those who helped, all our soldiers and those who mourn still.

I think this quote from Sannion’s blog is very apt…

“The presence of the gods will not shelter us from bad things happening, because it can’t: bad things are just a part of physical existence. Because they were mortals even Sarpedon, Aeneas, Melampos and Antony had to taste of death, despite being well-loved by the gods. What the presence of the gods does is help us heal and grow stronger, help us pick up the broken pieces and form them into something beautiful and meaningful. Bad things are trials that make us wiser, stronger, more compassionate and creative. They are the fuel of evolution that…

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Daily Happenings: Aug 31st – Sept 6th

September 7, 2014

Just a reminder…my journal blogs are mostly for me and the few people that truly want to know what I do on a daily basis.  Read or ignore as you please.  Unless otherwise stated, I greet my main shrines twice a day when home and say prayers before bed.  Warning:  may contain rants…rants by definition are not based on logic and are solely for the purpose of clearing headspace so that I can address things in a more positive fashion.

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Never Advocate Rape

September 5, 2014
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Every female, unless she is extremely lucky, has been forced to deal with unwanted male attentions.  Lewd, threatening attention by someone bigger and stronger.  Then there are those times when that threatening attention becomes a worse reality.  Rape.  Having something shoved forcibly inside, tearing up your body both physically and mentally.  Add to that damage the fact that some will say you deserved it.  Others will say that you are now worthless simply for an act that you did not want and could not stop.  The additional worry of medical issues, such as sexual diseases or pregnancy.  Now combine that terror, whether it has already happened or is a definite possibility, with someone who stalks you, taunts you and threatens your children.  It is enough to turn the strongest woman into a quivering mess.

Yet life goes on, it must go on, for your own sake, for the sake of your children.  So one takes measures to protect self and children.  One finds ways to not just go through the motions but to make a life and a good one for you all.  Let’s say you want to interact with others online, whether through blogs or on Facebook.  One then uses a pseudonym.  Perfectly understandable.  Perfectly reasonable.  A good solution to the problem at hand.

Then some asshat decides to get his knickers in a twist.  What is the perfect way to fuck over someone whose pissed you off in an online conversation?  Oh yes.  Let’s publish the person’s real name, in a public forum!  They have a stalker?  Even better!  Then just to twist the knife in a little farther, tell that person that you hope she gets raped…oh and to think of me while it is happening won’t you?

Advocating rape is never, ever, ever acceptable.  It is morally and ethically wrong.  I don’t care how angry you are.  Outing someone knowing that they have a stalker is bad enough.   Wishing rape on them is beyond heinous.  This rates a person in my book right up there with the sludge on the bottom of an outhouse tank.  It would be well within this woman’s rights, I believe, to have this asshat charged as an accomplice if any damage occurs in her life because of his actions.

No one is perfect, but this action is above and beyond acceptable.  Christian Day, what reparations would you, can you make to fix the damage you’ve done to this lady’s peace of mind assuming (HOPING) that nothing else happens?  What are you prepared to do to aid her assuming the worst does happen?  Your actions have consequences.  You can’t fix it, you can’t undo it.  Your nail is in the fence, there is no disguising that hole.  What patch will you provide for this damage?

I don’t think there is realistically anything that you can do to fix it.  The cat is out of the bag.  I do however have a suggestion.  Start volunteering at a local rape crisis center.  Volunteer with organizations that help woman avoid stalkers, abusers.  Educate yourself and then others on the damage that rape causes to a woman, both physically and mentally.  Be proactive in helping others…then maybe, just maybe, the damage done can begin to heal.

Size Sexy

September 3, 2014

I’ve always had a self image problem.   Even when I was a size 8 (127lbs) and just starting college, I didn’t feel pretty or sexy.  Sure I had an easy time finding clothes, but even then I would look at my chest and think “not big enough”. Read more…

Daily Happenings: 8/24 – 8/30

August 31, 2014

Just a reminder…my journal blogs are mostly for me and the few people that truly want to know what I do on a daily basis.  Read or ignore as you please.  Unless otherwise stated, I greet my main shrines twice a day when home and say prayers before bed.  Warning:  may contain rants…rants by definition are not based on logic and are solely for the purpose of clearing headspace so that I can address things in a more positive fashion.

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