Twists of Fate

Saturday was my birthday, and it was good. I had a cupcake (sans candle). At dinner my niece was so cute that I think she scored us a warm azuke bean with coconut milk pudding at the vegan Thai place (with candle). I had an awesome sushi lunch courtesy of a good friend. I got sewing and quilting books, and I got the last in the Barbara Walker series from the same friend that got me the rest of the books. Awesome.

Oh, and I got this. First of about six that are planned.

Next one is planned in about three weeks time.

Feeling very pensive here in the run up to the second of the eclipse cycle. It’s been a very odd couple of months. Lots of thinking, lots of brooding pondering. Not a lot of knitting, and practically no knitting meet ups. I feel more out of touch than ever with the fiber community, which, while not unusual, is more extreme than it’s been for a while.

I feel very disconnected from everything right now, and yet more plugged into my own stuff than ever. I get rather squirrely around this time of year, so here’s to hoping I can bring my head up in early August. And maybe get back to knitting/weaving/dyeing.

So there’s this big bru-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha in the Washington state capitol again, because along with a Christmas tree, they’ve displayed non-Christmas items. Same thing, different year, blah blah yawncakes blah.

I’m a bit slow off the mark this morning, so I saw the article in Teyani’s blog. I commented there:

My uncle and I got into a discussion a couple of years ago about this. He, a fundamental Christian, was completely flabbergasted when I said I prefer that the government honor that idea of separation of church and state and to let folks celebrate whatever they want in their *private* spaces.

I find it sadly amusing that the inclusion of a number of other religions or points of view for this time of the year means that those with a different belief are out to ruin Christmas and “this holy time of the year”. Shouldn’t every day be holy in one way or another? Shouldn’t displays of piety and grace happen in the everyday, ordinary moments?

Yes there is a war on Christmas. There’s a war going on somewhere in the world the other 364 days of the year as well. There’s a war on poverty, on hunger, on freedom of speech, on my right to choose what I do with my own body and for the right of every other woman to do the same. The war to find a cure for AIDS, for cancer, for horrible diseases that disfigure children and ruin lives no matter what age group it strikes.

I could go on and on, but the point is…people are fighting every day for far more than the right to proselytize from the lobby of our government’s main building. Put your damn big boy and girl pants on and make that tree in your living room the most glorious monument to commercialism on your block, or go to church or temple or sit naked in a sacred grove with a gaily decorated altar and enjoy your spirituality.

Just please stop demanding the right to do it all over our public, paid for with taxpayer dollar spaces.