On the Twelfth Day of Christmas, my true love gave to me…
Now it’s time to say goodbye, to all our family. This was my first year celebrating the 12 Days of Christmas and I must say what a treat and honor it has been. I keep the Christmas spirit for the entire season. I did not get caught up in the retail hype and spend money I didn’t intend to spend but rather the gifts I purchased were thoughtful and often necessary. My birthday had more meaning this year because I never realized that the 12 Days of Christmas were real and that I was born during the 12 Days of Christmas. Tomorrow marks the Epiphany – where the visitation of the Magi (Three Kings Day) marks Christ’s divinity revealed to the Gentiles. I have given and received gifts, not only on Christmas Day but on days throughout the 12 Days of Christmas because the gift I received just keeps on giving. A high school friend of mine, Lolita is born on the 12 Day Christmas. How appropriate that her birth/revelation culminates on the day the world received the revelation of Christ. I know the majority of my words have something to do with God but make no mistake, I’m no religious nut, just a spiritual fruit – there is a difference. I recognize the wonder and beauty in everything around me and while creation is a wonderful thing, it doesn’t quite answer the question of where did I come from and how do those things happen. Driving down the street and looking up to see all the building and everyone maintaining solid footing on the Earth. How is that possible? Yeah, yeah, we all studied Sir Isaacs’ theory but HOW is it possible? Believers, non-believers and anyone else who falls in between, we are all dependent on whatever you believe or don’t believe because no matter how hard you try, you can’t pinpoint the exact reason for your existence or continued existence. Evolution is apart of life, it’s the creation part that has no answers. To be created, something has to already be there and where did that something come from. I no longer question, just accept each day that I’m privileged to be here. I’m grateful for the sun’s apparent rising in the East (you do know the Sun doesn’t actually rise or set don’t you) because it marks the dawning of a new day, whether it was created or evolved doesn’t matter. What matters is that you’re here to enjoy it, so just say Thanks and keep it moving.
Happy Birthday Lo!!
I was reading the Sunday paper, yes, the real Sunday paper, that makes noise, smells funny and gets delivered in a plastic bag, and came across an article that told of an inmate scheduled to be put to death in January 2013. What caught my eye was the fact that the writer took care to mention that the inmate “will die by electrocution, not lethal injection. Condemned inmates in VA can choose between two methods.” How ironic is that? Prison, as I’ve come to understand it, is about the lack of choice. When in prison, you are told what to do, when to do it, how to do it, for how long and often without benefit of explanation. I love watching The Shawshank Redemption. The article reminded me of Red’s character asking “restroom break boss” and the manager telling him, “you don’t need to ask me can you go, just go”. While in the restroom, he reflects, prior to his parole, he “couldn’t squeeze a drop, lessen they say so” and now, he had the freedom to chose when to go. We have no say in how we enter this world. We have no say over the first few years of our lives, and often, we have no say in how we leave this world. But in the world where the right to choose has been stripped from you, a few privileged humans are given a piece of human dignity; they are given the right to choose. As I read the article, I found it ironic that free will, a right endowed to us by The Creator, had been relinquished or removed – depending on the circumstances, and now at the close of their life, the right is restored to them. Does having the right to choose how you will die restore your status in the human race? What, if any benefit is there to this choice and does it really matter what method you choose? Maybe the idea of going out on your own terms justifies the choice, but is it really on your terms? You don’t get to choose the day or hour, so your “choice” somehow gets lost in the sea of choices being made for you. Freedom is rooted in choice and everyday we exercise that freedom consciously and subconsciously. If your freedom of choice is taken away and years and years later is restored to you, are you really mentally capable of making an informed choice? Funny, death row inmates in VA “can choose between two methods” for how they want to die. People who are suffering from terminal illnesses cannot. Those who sit on death row, do so for allegedly stripping another of their freedom of life. From the moment we are born, we are dying. Choosing to speed up the process, the manner in which is happens and letting someone else dictate the time and place doesn’t seem like a very wise choice to me.