Twitter, Outrage, and Jesus

I woke up this morning with a double mind-set about reposting a very judgmental wall post. One that would cause an enormous stir among fellow face-bookers, and atheists vs. Christians. I wanted to repost because it would create a debate, which I thought could enlighten many. …enlighten….

How can one be “enlightened”, when most people will retort in anger to such a post/tweet/blog? When we realize that no one tries seeing matters from the side of someone else’s mountain? When the only aim is to prove their own point, instead of gaining knowledge from someone else’s? Facebook and various other platforms have become a cheap form of entertainment for attention seekers…and before you judge these “retorters”- when was the last time you tried to walk over to your opponents side, and see the world from their side?

The Divine Latitude


It happens over and over.

First: the offensive statement, the easily misunderstood opinion, the flattened phrase.

A victim is created and shouts. They claim space, a part of the territory. Here I am. They say. Look, I’m bleeding. You hit me. You meant to hit me. In cyberspace, within the pixels, there is blood.

Someone says the rules. One rule is this: they are always right. I do not know who made these rules, but someone says it, so it must be so. The sensitive and righteous tweet support and tell their own stories. They demand an apology. Twitter has spoken. They determine what will be a satisfactory penance. There are other rules, and there are hashtags.

In 140 characters we will sort through all the mixed motivations of human desire. We will make it clear; we will judge, and correct, and make right with our succinct and brief…

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Creative Routines

I once read an article in one of my favorite magazines, “Sarie”, about routine and creative work. The writer, Marieta Van Der Vyver, stated that whenever she met a writer, she always inquired when they write in their daily life. Like many of us probably imagine, she also had the idea that they wait for passion to grab them and then disappear into a writing coma for hours or days finishing in exhaustion. But she revealed that most writers stated that they would never write if that was how it worked, and that they made writing a fixed part of their daily routine- much like we do with work. To many, writing is their work, their bread and butter. This romanticized fantasy of living creatively, is often nothing more than just that- fantasy.

Info We Trust

“We all have the same 24 hours that Beyoncé has” and its various iterations took the web by storm in late 2013 as the megastar became the figurehead of not only having it all, but being able to somehow do it all too.

How do creatives – composers, painters, writers, scientists, philosophers – find the time to produce their opus? Mason Currey investigated the rigid Daily Rituals that hundreds of creatives practiced in order to carve out time, every day, to work their craft. Some kept to the same disciplined regimen for decades while others locked in patterns only while working on specific works.

Creative Routines Poster

There are enough data to visualize a portion of the hundreds of creative lifestyles. Click the poster to discover:
Gustave Flaubert
Ludwig Van Beethoven
W.A. Mozart
Thomas Mann
Sigmund Freud
Immanuel Kant
Maya Angelou
John Milton
Honore de Balzac
Victor Hugo
Charles Dickens
W.H. Auden
Charles Darwin

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To the Woman Behind Me in Line at the Grocery Store

My Patronus Is Coffee

Dear woman behind me in line at the grocery store,

You don’t know me. You have no clue what my life has been like since October 1, 2013. You have no clue that my family has gone through the wringer. You have no clue that we have faced unbelievable hardship. You have no clue we have been humiliated, humbled, destitute.
You have no clue I have cried more days than not; that I fight against bitterness taking control of my heart. You have no clue that my husband’s pride was shattered. You have no clue my kids have had the worries of an adult on their shoulders. You have no clue their innocence was snatched from them for no good reason. You know none of this.

What you do know is I tried to buy my kids some food and that the EBT machine was down so I couldn’t buy…

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First Steps

ImageHere I am. 24 hours after struggling my way through The WordPress set-up ( I say struggling not because it is complicated, but rather because I am known for not being very practical and I don’t follow guidelines well), and I have no idea what to write about. This is a first for me, as even though I only recently decided that I would like to give writing a go, I am never without something to say OR an opinion. I promise, my grandmother would be gob smacked by my lack of words at this moment.

Come to think of it though, maybe it is not so much that I do not have something to say, but rather that saying something-anything- to the public and readers I have never met is INTIMIDATING! I would compare it with a scenario where I would possibility fall flat on my face, with a camera in hand to record it and display the moment for the world to see. Lets just hope that the getting up part will be more elegant.

And to top it all, I just took a peek at some other long running blogs (insert- The Elegant Gentleman), and they are not just ” good”-they are excellent! Entertaining! Helpful! And I find my self wondering where these bloggers get the time? Perhaps they wake up with the blog idea already formed and just effortlessly flaunt the words unto a blog page first try, and viola! I take my hat off to them, it truly is a gift.

I for one had the “picture” of writing in my mind, before the “reality” of writing gave me a wake-up call. you know that picture? The one where the lady/gentleman is seated at a beautiful antique desk,well positioned at a window with the best view of the garden/fields/city-streets/beach, and the strong aroma of a cup of freshly brewed coffee standing on the corner of the desk inspires the first words to a start of a master piece. 

Then of course there is the other scenario, that I have witnessed before. The scenario where one of my closest friends sat on the couch, typing feverishly on his shiny Appel Mac. His urban red hair, focused green eyes and comfy pjs’ all coming together to form this ideal of writing in my mind. He was completely lost from the world, so caught up in the images only he could see and the words spilling out unto the screen. I wanted that! it was scary enough to want to try it for myself- and .here I am. I have the Pjs, the coffee and I exchanged the couch for a bed-but I have nothing to write about! 

I also partial blame this decision to blog on the beautiful WordPress font options and themes. How can you not want to put words unto “paper” if you can do it in such style? How can I not want to create if the tools to create with are so fun to play with? Its a viscous circle I tell you.

So for now I will post all of the above to get past my “first steps”, and maby thenmy stage fright will have left, and I will have something more constructive to say.