Someone commented on my Life and Liberty blog about abortion. It was a negative comment despite my request at the end of it that people not agreeing with me need to complain about it in their own blog. I didn't even read it all-just sort of skimmed enough to see that it was indeed posted in debate. Something about me not being informed enough, prochoicers being full of hate, and and some heartfelt stories about poeple who'd had abortions and were sad about it. I didn't publish her comment-I'm not going to allow that kind of attack to be piggy backed on my blog. MY Blog. For me. For my friends and those who wish to know me as a friend to read what goes on in my head and my life.
Anyone who thinks I'm uninformed doesn't know me very well. Which is why I rarely engage them or allow them to even bother me. I find it funny that people believing one thing think people thinking something else are uniformed. Its laughable in a sad sort of way.
She missed the whole point. Well except for the part where I don't think the rally goers spread love. She felt love from them. Well duh, she is like them. She will get their love. Me always being different than them rarely ever felt their love.
This all adds to my previous blog about extremism-how I refuse to be an extremist. I've never asked anyone to believe abortion is the right thing. And in most cases its not. The ideal thing would be to educate people about sex, how to avoid pregnancy and disease, encourage people to wait til they're responsible, and provide low cost or free birth control. But in some cases abortion is neceasry or better for everyone involved-even the child that could have been. There may have been a couple women at the rally who regretted their decison to abort. But I too know people who didn't regret it-even ones who got pregnant through rape or incest.
The lady also said something about prochoicers not allowing the person getting an abortion to grieve and find closure. That they spread hate.First of all how can another person stop you from grieving-that's all on you-take some responsibility. And if someone chooses to have an abortion of course she will grieve-if not because of the lost child, then because all those pregnancy hormones will be surging out of her. I've had enough miscarriages to know that. You can't make assumptions based on wether a person is prochoice or prolife. Just because prochioicers believe they are not killing a human life doesn't mean they hate all life. Just because some parents force their daughters to get an abortion doesn't mean they don't love her. Just because militant pro-lifers bomb clinics doesn't mean they're going to heaven(or hell). People make bad choices. People make good choices. Some people don't get a choice. But those choices, or lack of, don't define their entire being.
And finally I'm not pro-abortion. But I do see the necessity of it sometimes. And I do believe it should be a choice for the woman. Yes I do wonder is it killing a human. But until I know for sure when a soul is introduced into a mass of cells than I'm going to remain steady in my belief that first tri-mester abortion should be allowable and at the discretion of the woman. So, Sydnie, no amount of debating, passion on your part, or stories will make me change my mind. If you pray to God to change me, realize we pray to the same God. If I'm to be changed, it's not going to be in the likeness of you.
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
Burn your bras, not your aprons
I don't know if it comes with age, soul searching, or if its an inherent understanding but I've realized that equality isn't going to be won through extremism. The world shouldn't be looked at as black and white, left and right, conservative and liberal. When we spend so much time on one side we never see, never understand the other side. I didn't say agree with, but understand it. There are very few if any absolutes in life. Its all a matter of perspective. All we ever hear about is the extremism in politics and religion. But there is a whole world full of people who just want life, liberty, and love.
I'm tired of the people who insist everyone should live life to extremes. Take for example feminsim. There are those who think a woman is wasting her potential being a homemaker. What these naysayers dont' realize is that a homemaker is not confined to the walls of her house and her garden. She can be a leader, a volunteer, even an activist all while being domestic.
But even the act of raising kids, cleaning her home, and cooking a meal can be a form of activism. Frankly I'd rather spend the night curled up with my child and my partner than researching debate pointers.
I'm not saying extremists doen't have its place. They've helped advance the world. (they've also helped stagnate even reverse advancement-see current usa gov't) But not everyone should be exptected to live the life of an extremist. I purport that I'm contributing just as much to advancement by standing on the sidelines with the rest of the soccer moms as I would be standing on the street protesting the idiot house bill of the day. Instead of spending my energy on activism I'd rather spend it on raising my kids to think with open minds. I'd rather hang out with my friends and be safe in their community. I'd rather volunteer for causes close to me. I'd rather read a book that makes me cry, or laugh, or learn. I'd rather make my home comfortable, sustainable, green, and artistically beautiful for me and my family. I'd rather spend my money on earth friendly and organic products and food. I'd rather meet interesting people doing all of the above whom I can influence and learn from. Instead of being angry and fighting the opposite extreme I can be happy and implement change through my own peace.
And being a parent, wether its a stay-at-home-parent or one who involves yourself in your childs life while working outside the home, is the ultimate form of activism. (I'm not talking about those who sit at home watching day time tv all day, or those who ship their kids off to school without taking an interest in their child's learning.) A child learns from those who truely love what they do. They are incredibly observant. The world is only going to find peace if each generation learns from those who live a loving peaceful life.
I'm going to go cuddle up with my kid now, help her practice her math and read Girls Who Looked Under Rocks, then maybe we'll cook up an organic meal and clean up our mess with environmentally friendly cleanser.
I'm tired of the people who insist everyone should live life to extremes. Take for example feminsim. There are those who think a woman is wasting her potential being a homemaker. What these naysayers dont' realize is that a homemaker is not confined to the walls of her house and her garden. She can be a leader, a volunteer, even an activist all while being domestic.
But even the act of raising kids, cleaning her home, and cooking a meal can be a form of activism. Frankly I'd rather spend the night curled up with my child and my partner than researching debate pointers.
I'm not saying extremists doen't have its place. They've helped advance the world. (they've also helped stagnate even reverse advancement-see current usa gov't) But not everyone should be exptected to live the life of an extremist. I purport that I'm contributing just as much to advancement by standing on the sidelines with the rest of the soccer moms as I would be standing on the street protesting the idiot house bill of the day. Instead of spending my energy on activism I'd rather spend it on raising my kids to think with open minds. I'd rather hang out with my friends and be safe in their community. I'd rather volunteer for causes close to me. I'd rather read a book that makes me cry, or laugh, or learn. I'd rather make my home comfortable, sustainable, green, and artistically beautiful for me and my family. I'd rather spend my money on earth friendly and organic products and food. I'd rather meet interesting people doing all of the above whom I can influence and learn from. Instead of being angry and fighting the opposite extreme I can be happy and implement change through my own peace.
And being a parent, wether its a stay-at-home-parent or one who involves yourself in your childs life while working outside the home, is the ultimate form of activism. (I'm not talking about those who sit at home watching day time tv all day, or those who ship their kids off to school without taking an interest in their child's learning.) A child learns from those who truely love what they do. They are incredibly observant. The world is only going to find peace if each generation learns from those who live a loving peaceful life.
I'm going to go cuddle up with my kid now, help her practice her math and read Girls Who Looked Under Rocks, then maybe we'll cook up an organic meal and clean up our mess with environmentally friendly cleanser.
Monday, September 11, 2006
nine eleven
Today is somewhat significant.
Five years ago-
Its the day the towers fell and people died and familys mourned and a nation woke up even if only for a minute. It's the day I wondered:What is going on in the world? What did America do that would motivate a group to terrorize? Why don't I know? Who's not telling the whole story?
On that day I thought of those things but I also thought: What about Troy.? It is his birthday. What of the other birthdays, the babies born, the anniversaries of happy occasions? What about the people who saved that date on their calanders to celebrate, to debut, to go to a game, to dance with friends? Why do we have to call it 9/11?
But today for me-
For a few months I've been seeing 11 all the time. Usually in digital form. Usually with a 9 or 7 before it(but not always). 7:11 if I were to convert it in date form, 7/11, has already passed. Its the day I took adeline to visit her papa. Today is 9/11. I don't know what's especially special about today other than terrorists picked this day five years ago to attack. And of course there are the afore mentioned celebrations. And a sickly bird that's been coming each morning to our doorstep to feed on the seeds we put on the ground for it has finally died. I am ovulating this week-possibley today, and I'm trying to get pregnant so who knows, maybe today. It could be the numbers before the eleven are insignificant. Then november-the 11th month-is the key.
Maybe 11 has nothing to do with dates. Numerologically my life path is an 11. Its a Master Vibration number associated with spiritual awareness. Master Vibration people tend to possess an understanding and knowledge beyond others. They're interesting, intuitive, avant-garde, idealistic and cultured. They're visionaires and look for understanding of life's mysteries. Social connections with others are highly developed. They bring much to conversation and are excellent listeners. Elevens's expect much from themselves and others which can make them difficult to deal with-even impractical. They're more dreamers than doers. So maybe the universe is telling me somthing about my life path. That I'm on the right track? That I'm not? That I'm about to be even more so?
And then there is the possibility that 11 means absolutely nothing. Its random. Of course me being who I am can't quite grasp the concept of simple coincidence.
So why is today significant. I may never really understand it. Globally, selfishly, spiritually-it may all remain a mystery. And I'm okay with that.
Five years ago-
Its the day the towers fell and people died and familys mourned and a nation woke up even if only for a minute. It's the day I wondered:What is going on in the world? What did America do that would motivate a group to terrorize? Why don't I know? Who's not telling the whole story?
On that day I thought of those things but I also thought: What about Troy.? It is his birthday. What of the other birthdays, the babies born, the anniversaries of happy occasions? What about the people who saved that date on their calanders to celebrate, to debut, to go to a game, to dance with friends? Why do we have to call it 9/11?
But today for me-
For a few months I've been seeing 11 all the time. Usually in digital form. Usually with a 9 or 7 before it(but not always). 7:11 if I were to convert it in date form, 7/11, has already passed. Its the day I took adeline to visit her papa. Today is 9/11. I don't know what's especially special about today other than terrorists picked this day five years ago to attack. And of course there are the afore mentioned celebrations. And a sickly bird that's been coming each morning to our doorstep to feed on the seeds we put on the ground for it has finally died. I am ovulating this week-possibley today, and I'm trying to get pregnant so who knows, maybe today. It could be the numbers before the eleven are insignificant. Then november-the 11th month-is the key.
Maybe 11 has nothing to do with dates. Numerologically my life path is an 11. Its a Master Vibration number associated with spiritual awareness. Master Vibration people tend to possess an understanding and knowledge beyond others. They're interesting, intuitive, avant-garde, idealistic and cultured. They're visionaires and look for understanding of life's mysteries. Social connections with others are highly developed. They bring much to conversation and are excellent listeners. Elevens's expect much from themselves and others which can make them difficult to deal with-even impractical. They're more dreamers than doers. So maybe the universe is telling me somthing about my life path. That I'm on the right track? That I'm not? That I'm about to be even more so?
And then there is the possibility that 11 means absolutely nothing. Its random. Of course me being who I am can't quite grasp the concept of simple coincidence.
So why is today significant. I may never really understand it. Globally, selfishly, spiritually-it may all remain a mystery. And I'm okay with that.
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