But it seems that a lot of the people I’m sitting kicking my heels among are really looking forward to an “afterlife” because they really didn’t do all that much with THIS one. – Sarge (Used without permission.)
Saw this in a comment left at Lorena’s blog and had to have it. Hopefully, Sarge will come along and give me permission to use it. ;-)
~ Zoe …
Footprints in the snow. Headed south. Can’t blame the gull.
Do you know why I like picture blogs? Because the poster is saying all sorts of things with the photo, without saying a thing.
Photos left on their own, are open for interpretation. They can mean whatever they need to mean, for the person who views them.
Do you know why, since leaving Christianity, that I do not seek for a new religion? Because I need for life to be open to interpretation.
I don’t ever want to be fenced in again. Ever. Difficult to do, when we live in a fenced-in world.
I’ve fallen in love with a CD recorded by Loreena McKennitt. It’s titled, A Mummers’ Dance Through Ireland…
I fear I shall wear this CD thinner then it already is.
I found myself inside a CD jacket.
Loreena writes and I quote:
This music will take you on a dance through Ireland, from the heathery mountains of Donegal to the rugged coast of County Clare, from pub to pub, from song to song, led by the Mummers in their ancient masks and their sense of fun and mystery.
What emerges for me in this music and in my many travels through Ireland, is the invincible spirit I found there. The rich Irish imagination spills out into everything: the wordsmithing, the music, the landscape. The Celtic tradition of weaving nature and spirituality together, their worship of trees, their beliefs in reincarnation – all echo through these songs.
I didn’t choose to follow Irish music. Like the Mummers who sweep down the road in their strange garb, stopping by a kitchen or a pub, I didn’t choose my direction, or my destination…
It chose me.
~ Zoe …
I have three things I’d like to say today. First, while you were sleeping last night, 30,000 kids died of starvation or diseases related to malnutrition. Second, most of you don’t give a shit. What’s worse is that you’re more upset with the fact that I said shit than the fact that 30,000 kids died last night.
– Tony Campolo (a Christian)
I came across this quote today and because I liked it so much, I decided to put it here. I couldn’t help but remember the truth of this…not that I didn’t care about the dying kids, I did…but because I well remember the fit my past churches would have pitched if someone had said *shit* from the pulpit or the pew. And, it’s likely they cared about dying children as well…but they would have been more concerned at that moment with a brother saying *shit* and not getting down on his knees and repenting post haste.
~ Zoe …
Secular Wings 