So, now what? Well……..here’s my thought tonight, and I actually believe I’ll stick with this one. It’s really what the goal was in the very beginning of this entire year long process. Just as the name implies…….rants! Daily rants. About anything and everything. Just because I can. And want to. It doesn’t matter if anyone reads the posts or not. I paid for the domain name, and the hosting, and what the hell. It can be whatever I want it to be. If nothing more than a place to express my thoughts, concerns, observations and daily frustrations/triumphs, then so be it. Hopefully, what I have to say will touch someone else, perhaps inspire (or at least encourage) another to share their experiences, as well. Afterall, we are all teachers and students simultaneously. Of course I hope others will engage, will offer their insights and experiences to the “comments” section, but…..if not, well, ok then. I’ll just pretend.

So off I go in the original direction I intended. Feels good. I like it. (Prostitution comes in many forms, you know!) I may still do an e-commerce site for the notecards, but it’ll be a new site. Not this one. This one feels somewhat sacred to me, not to be diluted. Nothing but rants and raves, sharing my stories and experiences, feelings, hopes, dreams and yes, fears.

Here’s yet another reason I don’t believe in organized religions any longer. The use of such trickery is almost comical. This is a scan of the actual card that was stuck in my front door in early December. Now, tell me…….aren’t they using difficult economic times to bribe folks in the door? I have to admit, I laughed right out loud when I first read the card, but it really isn’t funny. Not funny at all. Rather shameful, actually.

The card reminded me of the time, years ago, when I was low on goodies in the cupboard and stopped by a local food bank to see if I could find dinner. Never having had to do that before, I was completely surprised when it became evident the food bank was just another way to recruit folks into a particular church. I left immediately, empty-handed and insulted.

 I wanna go back to the farm! Well water and tomatoes on the vines I planted and nurtured, eggs right out from under the cluckers. Things I trusted were safe to ingest. It freaks me out that I’m now so reliant on “the system” to provide my safety!

Talk about unlimited ranting material here! 

Are you kidding me? She willfully decided to have all the remaining embyros implanted, ending up with octuplets? I don’t understand how she justifies her actions. It doesn’t seem fair to anyone, including herself. But she doesn’t get that.

Parenting even one child requires sacrifice, dedication, patience….so many things….but especially time. An investment of your time into the child’s life is what makes all the difference in the world. How can one woman divide herself enough ways to give each of 14 children the time and attention they deserve? She can’t. She simply can’t. Even before the new babies have left the hospital, she’s mentioned she feels bad for the 6 at home. What makes her think the demands on her time will be any less once the 8 new ones are home? Is she thinking at all? Doesn’t seem so to me.

So yes, I get angry that people can be so selfish and unthinking, but only until I remember that on a higher level, each of those new babies has chosen to come into the world with THIS mom, this situation, for whatever their soul lessons are. Although I think it was a stupid decision on her part, I also realize I’m in no position to judge and once again, get knocked back into recognizing it’s all a part of the plan, and then I chill out and send blessings to all of them.