22 November, 2008

Give For--For Give

Today's post is more of a hodge-podge I guess.

Getting ready for our anniversary tomorrow; gearing up for the holiday week ahead; paid $1.85 a gallon at the Safeway gasoline station today (woo-doubleD-hoo) and then there's the international news that caught my eye:

A Vatican newspaper has forgiven the late English singer John Lennon for saying four decades ago that The Beatles were more popular than Jesus.

In an article praising The Beatles, L'Osservatore Romano said Lennon had just been showing off.

Lennon told a British newspaper in 1966 - at the height of Beatlemania - that he did not know which would die out first, Christianity or rock and roll.

The semi-official Vatican newspaper marked the 40th anniversary of The Beatles' "White Album" with an article praising Lennon and the Fab Four from Liverpool.

The paper dismissed Lennon's much-criticised remark that the Beatles were more famous than Jesus Christ as a youthful joke.

The paper described the remark as "showing off, bragging by a young English working-class musician who had grown up in the age of Elvis Presley and rock and roll and had enjoyed unexpected success".

Frankly, Lennon was right. Whether or not his comment was filled with a youthful braggadocio, The Beatles were commercially more popular at that point in time than the marketable concept of Jesus. But for anyone to say that was heresy--and long-haired, rock n' rolling heresy at that.
I remember as a youth being baffled by the adults' response to this. It made sense then and it makes sense now and..." Jesus is just all right with me"

This news helps me to soften regarding the concept of forgiveness. Perhaps grievances and "sins" really lie in the eye of the beholder. For example, tonight, on our evening walk, Don and I passed by one of our neighbors houses and I was stunned and appalled with what I saw on their driveway. At first glance I thought I must be seeing it incorrectly. A part of me didn't want to look a second time for confirmation of what I did not want to see. What I was seeing were about a half dozen dead ducks draped over a trailer hitch. Instantly, I knew that someone in that family had gone hunting and brought back what they got. My stomach clenched and I felt nauseous and dizzy. My inner dialogue about the horrors of hunting began screaming at me. How could anyone? Why would anyone? We no longer have to kill animals for food so why is this still a desirable sport to kill innocent creatures that cannot fight back or even protest?

Then that other voice in me that I often regard as Scout's father in "To Kill A Mockingbird" (Oh, and the irony of the title at this particular writing juncture does not elude me...) in teaching how to see things from more than one viewpoint. I have friends who hunt and I don't hate them. It is their right to hunt as much as it is my right to choose to not hunt. And since I am no longer a staunch vegan or vegetarian (although that is still a personal, moral issue with which I wrestle more than I am comfortable with) what right do I have to preach "no-kill"? I realize I am much more pro-animal rights than most folk but do I have a right to judge my neighbor for what they do?

Gee, sounds like a sermon opportunity to me....
and pass the tofurkey.

19 November, 2008

Spinning wheel got to go 'round

My friend Jo, tells me from her research and physicist friend, that the earth's core is slowing down. What does that mean?
If the magnetic core of the earth is spinning less are we enjoying it more? If it is slowing down it would most certainly be altering how we feel and function as planet walkers.

In some ways, I do feel s l o w e r ... but I thought that might have something to do with um, well, maturing and also now being a smaller city where it is not as hustle and bustle as I was used to in either Los Angeles or San Diego. On the other hand, Tevye, it has felt like life has been moving way too quickly and I can barely keep up and my To Do List keeps growing and replicating.

This Sunday, it will be Don and my one year wedding anniversary.
One year? No way. Can't say that I have learned any new domestic skills since the wedding. I'm just now getting the hang of this wifey thing and I like being a newlywed. We are going on our belated honeymoon this weekend and that will be oh so wonderful. We have waited a whole year to go to Las Vegas and see the Cirque du Soleil production, "Love" inspired by the musical canon of The Beatles.

We are really looking forward to this trip for so many reasons. And we are so grateful that Belle made a choice to respond to the prayers being said for her (thank you!) and is on the mend. She is eating again, meowing for attention and acting more like her usual self. We were quite concerned and holding vigil. Don was a saint and stayed home with her on Sunday to tend to her. His devotion, the generous prayers and Belle's spunk prevailed and now we can go on our honeymoon (pass the mead) in joy.

Speaking of joy -- as I am wont to do -- because of our savings coupons at Safeway, we got to fill our gas tank for $1.79 a gallon! When was the last time you filled your car for gasoline under $2.00 a gallon? And last night, I was struck by a commercial for an alcohol product. The tag at the end said " There is joy in moderation." I realize that the ad was soberly reminding people to be more mindful in their libations during the holidays (holidaze?) but I wasn't sure if I liked the overall message. Moderation has not been my life's forte' but the state or experience of joy is not where I would choose to be moderate. I endorse unbridled joy!

AH- unbridled? Guess it is time to surrender the bride after all and go for the gusto. Because after all, all ya need is love.

City Slackers

No, I did not misspell the title of this post. Yes, I was playing off of the comedy film title, "City Slickers" about a bunch of...