I’ve had to take a bit of a break from the blog because I’ve at the end of my last semester of my degree (if everything else goes to plan), so I’ve had assignments and exams to do.
I will be back blogging more in July when I will have time, and a life again (YAY!). To keep you interested, here are some topics I intend to blog on:
- Arrogance of religions claiming to be the “one true way”
- Trigger warnings and why they’re important – learning the hard way
- Forgiveness and why you don’t have to forgive
And anything else that takes my fancy.
So yes, I’ll be back blogging in July.
This morning, while I was sitting at my PC enjoying the last bits of my toast, I heard a car stop and then a guy start yelling. Being a neighbourly nosey parker, I pulled back the curtains to see a harried young woman being yelled at by a young man. I wasn’t particularly impressed. I kept an eye on the couple and she scurried into the drivers seat, where he started yelling louder and then aimed a kick at the door of the car, which I heard impact. It was at that point that I ran outside to find out if I needed to call the cops or not. When I got there, the guy was rolling around on the ground whimpering because he’d injured his foot, quite badly. I asked if I should call the police or ambulance, and was told by the young woman that she was ok, and she thanked me.
It was actually really satisfying to see him whimpering… though annoying that she didn’t a) drive away and leave him to whimper to himself (and hopefully learn a lesson) and b) she comforted him and cheered him up. By the time I left for work they were both laughing, though I suspect he won’t be kicking anything for a while and his weekend is somewhat ruined.
There are times when listening to music or seeing a piece of art that the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, I get goose bumps and a shiver passes through me.
There are times when experiencing a particular experience, listening to a piece of music, seeing a piece of art that I can’t help myself grin and laugh at the beauty and happiness of it all.
Both these things are touching the divine. Not the divinity of a deity, but where someone has created (perhaps even myself) something that reaches inside me and speaks to me in ways that I cannot verbalise more than I have above. What works for me is not necessarily going to be the same as what works for you. For example, the music that makes me shiver is often
hundreds of years old, acapella choral music – usually in Latin. I know what the words mean, but its never the words that hit me first, its the massed voices and the music. The experiences that make me grin and laugh are things like diving into a body of water and just being surrounded by so much of it.
Why have I chosen to use the word divine? Because I like it, and because it isn’t always associated with a god or theology. The Macquarie Dictionary (go and subscribe – its cheap and Australia’s official dictionary), says that some of the meanings of “divine” are:
* heavenly; celestial.
* of superhuman or surpassing excellence
* (Colloquial) excellent
And as a verb:
* to have perception by intuition or insight
These experiences of mine, the music, the art, the other, they all make my life a better and more excellent place to be. What works for you?
After a gang rape at a school dance in the US:
“‘‘Obviously we’ve had some breakdowns. Obviously, it was not safe because this happened,’’ said Charles Ramsey, a West Contra Costa school district board member. ‘‘Should we have had higher awareness, should we have been more vigilant? Probably.’’”
No… that last world should be YES.
If people felt that gang raping a 15 year old girl was ok, there are a lot of things wrong with that school. I don’t really know where to begin with the list of things that are wrong either… apart from EVERYTHING. At least the police are actively investigating the rape and assaults and hopefully the judicial system will not use the “oh but she asked for it” line.