My Zen Den

The Contributions of Freethinkers: Pearl Jam

Calling a "snow day" for myself. Woke up this morning at 5am, looked out the window to see everything covered in snow. So, I decided; I won't be there. I'm not going. Don't expect to see me. Count me out. Made a pot of coffee, turned the Xmas tree lights on and sat in my chair watching the day break. This is something my MS has taught me. Take more snow days.

Can't think of a better way to finish off 2009.

God Gave Us Lemons. Thanks for nothing. In her latest post over at her religion blog gapcohen you'll find this quote regarding God. "If God had made a perfect world, what need would there be for wisdom?  So, He left shattered vessels for us to repair.  And in so doing, we engage a wisdom deeper than that which fashioned the earth, the sun and the stars." I read this quote over and over thinking.......god sure is an asshole  odd bird. You're telling me that it was his intention to make the world imperfect and jam-packed with "shattered vessels" and this would allow humanity to "engage a wisdom deeper", etc? So, basically….what we’ve got going now, i.e. middle east chaos, world-wide starvation, poverty, religious intolerance, political corruption (just to name a few), are all atrocities doled out by a supreme being…whom, in all his glory is giving us an opportunity to “rise to the occasion”? Oh, I get it now. The supreme be...

Now that my daughter is back at college, the house is much quieter, as one might expect. During the month that she was home, we were dizzy with her comings and going at all hours of the day (and sometimes well into the night and early morning). My husband’s two boys from his previous marriage visited several times and although they are still too young (14 and 13) to inflict their own brand of chaos, their presence in the house added to an already hectic atmosphere. Throw in the “adventures” of my twenty-one year old son who seems to think our home is a cheap motel and my husband and I were very often physically and emotionally exhausted. I haven’t even mentioned my husband’s recent promotion (increasing the amount of time spent on the job) or my own health issues (MS), which find me in bed, covers pulled up to my chin, when I get stressed out. I’m not complaining about any of this. Really, I’m not. We’ve been living this version of crazy for over a decade and I think we’ve "naile...