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New Year Bust Up

Hi friends and family!

It has been an eventful couple of weeks. Today marks the one-week anniversary of our car accident. Not to get into too much detail, we are both battered, bruised, but alive to tell the tale. Or tail, as if I had one it most likely would be broken.

Richard has a broken collarbone, which means he is not able to work for a while. Funny enough, he is okay with that. Waiting for the adjuster to look at the car, the benefit forms and the healing does not seem to have bothered him. His biggest complaint was the bordem that has set in. Captain Kirk and the Trekksteers seemed to have overstayed their welcome. 

It is too cold and icy for him to take a stroll outside by himself. Now I have an idea what the residents at the group home may feel like when they can’t go out. As I am the only one who can drive, it hurts me to see him stuck at home with nowhere to go.

We are lucky enough to have good neighbours helping with shovelling the walk and bringing food. I have stated that we do not need meals, as I have been preparing a number of freezables. We cannot thank everyone enough for their kindness. As Richard said, “there are kind people out there.”

I know I mentioned I may not do this blog thing very often, but I have been given a reason to continue: the budget reminder from Richard’s church.

That will be for the next time. This time it is all about being alive and loving it!


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Another Day in Paradise

I finally gathered up enough gumption to watch the church service the morning of the shooting at Pulse in Orlando, 12 June 2016. It was mentioned to me, through an argument, that there was a mention of the victims and a prayer for them and their families. Yeah, not really. The event itself was not mentioned by name and the victims were not mentioned as being part of the LGTBQ family. Lady, you downright fibbed to me. Here is the part she was talking about:


Yes, I only included the audio, as the video is not the best and we really don’t need to see what the pastor looks like. In all fairness, I listened and watched the service from the following week, but alas, there was nothing. Well, I should not be too upset, as the fires in Fort McMurray were still raging and it was Father’s Day. Then I remembered, some of the fathers of those killed will never see their children again. Some of the men at Pulse were fathers, they would never see their children again. Some of the women killed at Pulse may have had children. Though these women may not be fathers, the children are without mothers.

Friends, Family Gather to Mourn Orlando Shooting Victims (2)

I forced myself to watch this commentary after listening to Nadia Bolz-Weber’s book Pastrix: The Cranky, Beautiful Faith of a Sinner & Saint. I read the book last year and was mesmerised, so I decided to listen to Ms Bolz-Weber’s narration on the trip to Vancouver. I was still going to church at this time I read the book and discovered a strong urge to kick love back into the church I was going to; the one this audio quote comes from. Hearing the blas√© attitude, but genuine condolence, I was reminded there is such a long way to go for acceptance. I mentioned on Facebook (after posting a story about the limited acceptance of LGBTQ people in the “church”) that if it were up to one of the pastors in town, I would not be allowed to enter the building in which he preaches. The clip I have posted here alludes to my point. I had to edit some parts of the sermon, as they were rambly; bigly. The whole thing is also twenty-eight minutes long. (Reference to 1 Corinthians 5:6-8)

Your glorying is not good. Do you not know that a little leaven leavens the whole lump? Therefore purge out the old leaven, that you may be a new lump since you truly are unleavened. For indeed Christ, our Passover, was sacrificed for us.c]”>[c] Therefore let us keep the feast, not with old leaven, nor with the leaven of malice and wickedness, but with the unleavened bread of sincerity and truth.


There was a rebuttal the next week, but in allness, the damage was already done. When this was preached 12 October 2014, I was still grasping at what I was all about. I came out as bisexual the day of the shootings in Orlando, one year and eight months after this speech was given. I was fuming. My heart ached with the realisation the kids and adults who are silently identifying as lesbian, or gay, or bisexual, or transgender, or questioning, would not be welcomed in this place. They are to be turned away for the sake of the “church”. Do they turn away those who have been divorced? Do they turn away those who watch pornography? According to the sermon by this pastor, the church should be empty.

Maybe I am still looking for a reason for God? Then again, I will still find the same thing. People like me are not welcome here. I have found an ally; however, she is in a difficult place as well. We cannot talk to each other about our situations over a cup of coffee at the café. She says people here are scared. Scared of what? I know most of the people in Waldheim are not scared of Halloween, but they have an annoying habit of starting their candy hunt at three bloody thirty in the afternoon.

I am wailing over the same thing, and I am guessing you are getting tired of it. Lately, everything I read, see and listen to reminds me of the element I am missing. God is still here, only I need to look again.The other side of my brain says “no, Wendy, it is a creation by humans in order to explain the unexplainable.” You should be in the same room when I have this “discussion”, it is rather sad. I accept others and their beliefs in a deity, as my husband is a believer. There are progressive churches in Saskatoon and Regina, I know there are. Mennonite Central – the Saskatchewan version – is not quite ready. There was a gay couple married in the Osler Mennonite Church, so there is a hope, there is a light. I don’t want to say this, but Waldheim needs a good ol’ Enlightenment.

I will get right on that after I get my crafting table put together. I am tired and the town is tired. Mind you, it may be worth having another conversation with those who make the deals with God.

By the way Halloweeners, we don’t get home until 6.00pm, and don’t bother to sit on the front step when we get home; there will be nothing here for you.


(1) Waldheim Mennonite Brethren Church, 12 Jun. 2016. Web. 30 Oct. 2016.
(2) Campo-Flores, Arian. “Friends, Family Gather to Mourn Orlando Shooting Victims.” WSJ. Wsj.com, 19 June 2016. Web. 30 Oct. 2016.
(3) “How to Deal with Problems” Waldheim Mennonite Brethren Church. 12 Oct. 2014. Web. 30 Oct. 2016.

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Another Break Taken


I am not apolgising for stepping away for a bit, I have been in need of a brain rest. Today (24 July 2016) is the last day of my week-long break from work. It is my first holiday in almost two years. I have been working in the yard and loving it. I have also spent much of my free time doing some music notating, transposing, arranging and studying the Circle of Fifths:


(photo courtesy of Wikipedia)

I am making my second Classical music mix. I am nowhere near as talented as those who do this for a hobby or a living. I do not have the gear and the magic buttons on my pooter. Ruddy heck, I don’t even know if I got the terms right. Argh. I was a bit embarrassed to do my first one:

The Bees Knees

I have decided not to compete with the others. I do not have the money or the experience to upgrade to a better system. Then again, do I have to? No. Music is a personal expression and there should be no uncomfortable feelings. I had to Google (which is now a verb and a noun) EDM. At first I thought that was a form of adult “communicating”, however, it means ‘Electronic Dance Music’. I admit this to all of you because I have no reason to be embarrassed.

A recent article came up on the BBC Radio Three website regarding the reasons why some people find Classical music difficult to comprehend and accept:

The 11 obstacles to liking classical music (and why they’re all in your mind) (1)

I want to make my own list of 11 points, but in relation to the electronic/techno/house movement. The reasons can be transposed from Classical to any form of music. I mean no offence to my friends who will be reading this. Thankfully they are great to allow me to not not know very much and are more than willing to answer my questions. 

Here goes:

Gigs are too long – Oh boy, can they ever! Though I have not been to a live DJ show, I heard they can go on for hours. I listen to programmes on the Internet , which are two to three hours. When you take into account a remix of one an Enya songs is just over eight minutes, a gig can be filled with longer diddies:

Here is the original:

In all honesty, the remix is better. Sometimes longer is better. Raves, as I think the nsme still applies, are meant to last almost forevet. I would love it. 

I find the theme song to Friends to be too long.

Gigs are to expensive – An Interwireless device has allowed me to listen to DJ sets from as far away as Hungary, Malta, Brighton and London. Most of the presenters on do their shows free of charge on various Internet radio stations. I have yet to pay-for-listing. I believe they may also pay for the privilege to play their sets. Most of the DJs have full-time jobs during the regular work week. Accountants can be bass-ass master mixers. Yo, baby!

It’s Groupist – To avoid this label, there is a bit of a class element here. I am plain girl from the Prairies who studied music. I was teased for going to a school with no band programme. My knowledge of dance music came via Friday night’s “Electric Circus” on MuchMusic. I sometimes feel out of place when I enter conversations regarding famous DJs because I have never heard of them. As mentioned, my friends have been great to let me ask questions as well as play along. I spend a heck of a lot of time on der Google when I listen to a show.

There is too much stuff to know – I cannot give a comment to this, as I am still an outsider. I think there are “rules” with regards to how many effects are added to a mix. You can have too much reverb, apparently: 10 tell-tale signs of an amateur mix (2)

You feel left out – Like any club, there are those who want to keep the doors closed and only allow someone in who is the right person, that is how human being operate. I have been made to feel more than welcome by the people in the DJ world, and they have been receptive to the music I have introduced them to. Except Thomas Tallis, no one seems to appreciate Thomas Tallis.

I have not heard of anybody – Oh yes, that is me most of the time. I am part of a few music review groups on Facebook and I see an array of selections by artists such as:

and so much more. This is an excuse. YouTube, MixCloud, SoundCloud, Bandcamp, and other music sharing sites are a great way to delve into newness. I have picked up a liking for Gregory Porter this way:

The music is in outer space – I heard this a lot when I first came across dance music, house music and the like. Funny how people jumped on the Fatboy Slim craze, but find works by artists like Taka Perry to be “out there” and “complete shite”:

There are so many Classical composers who were (and still are) treated this way. It has nothing to do with the genre just people being afraid to try new things. Like Thomas Tallis.

There is no “original” music – I thought that as well, but as I mentioned earlier, Classical composers reused their music and others. There are a number of original works done by DJs. Remixes, usually songs released previously, are melded into a one-off creation:

It does not fit in my world – Well, I don’t like Family Guy or Star Trek or Brussels sprouts, but that does not mean they do not fit in my world. I have friends and family that love one or all three of those things, and they are in my world. You have the choice not to listen in the end, however, try starting a new beginning by taking a leap into another universe:

(you gotta love his hats!)

I don’t know where to begin – Do what I did, go to YouTube and be random. It also helps to surround yourself is an odd (in a good way) mix of friends. Take a look at the music they post, there may be odd dance mix or jazz song that is catchy. Look for remixes of a favourite song; you never know what you’ll find:

It is loud, repetetive and no semblance of order – Yes, much like J S Bach:


Massive Attack:

There is the odd time I just can’t take some of the DJ’s choices, and I too say the music is complex and too big for my brain. It  can take a while for a song to get started and then it does not seem to end (alluding to the first point). But this is the joy of making music. You cannot have symmetry in music, no matter what the masters tell you:


(photo courtesy of Wikipedia)

I have no closing statement. I will leave you with this:

(1) McAloon, Jonathan. “The 11 Obstacles to Liking Classical Music (and Why They’re All in Your Mind).” Proms – The World’s Greatest Classical Music Festival. Copyright ¬© 2016 BBC, 13 July 2016. Web. 24 July 2016.
(2) “10 Tell-tale Signs of an Amateur Mix.” MusicRadar. ¬© Future Publishing Limited Quay House, The Ambury, Bath BA1 1UA. All Rights Reserved. England and Wales Company Registration Number 2008885., 7 June 2012. Web. 24 July 2016.

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I apologise for not stepping in here a little bit. Long bit, more like it. I need to discuss my feelings, my fears and my hopes that have sprung up since that awful moment in Orlando on 12 June, 2016.


I have been busy making stuff out of rocks, string, glue, music and trying to grow vegetables. I was finishing up a gift for a friend when I heard the news.

I have been questioning my own self as of late, and I am excited to be free of holding my true self in a room with no air, but Sunday scared the shit out of me. On Saturday I became more settled in the state of time I am living in. My stories are evolving, now I need to get back to writing them down to be looked at. The weather is making it more complicated because it is so warm. My rheumatoid arthritis is enjoying the warmth and keeping calm whilst carrying on. I have not been reading much lately, but then, summer makes it tough to curl up with a good book. See, real life continues through the questions and the answers.

I have a new haircut:


I have decided to go blonde and pink. This haircut also has caused some awful names, the primary one being “butch”.

Some of you may have seen my videos. The videos of me being me. You may only know me through my wordsmithing on der Facebooken, but I have started to open up more, thanks to some great people I have found over the ocean. I have disclosed my secrets, my feelings and my fears. My friends are trustworthy, caring, progressive, and most of all, loving. I am so lucky to have become friends with a great bunch over the Atlantic.

Not seagulls. The ones in Cornwall are the size of oxen.


(Photo courtesy of usedwigs.com)

I came across an interesting post yesterday (13 June) questioning why there has been no coverage of the events in Orlando. I had a WTF moment. Being the distributor of useless information, I shared the following link: http://www.patheos.com/Progressive-Christian. Without divulging too much, I got into a bit of trouble when I was told some people took offence to my comment as to why the pastors in Waldheim do not empathise with the LGBTQ community. Let’s just say one church included the fallen in their prayers on Sunday.


I have to give the pastor a lot of credit, considering his other sermons which were not even close to kind. One sermon (by the associate pastor)¬†basically said gay people should be banned from the church.¬†The infamous quote “love the sinner, hate the sin” was introduced by one person in regard to how they would handle their child being gay. Yes, you still need to love them, but not accepting their sexual orientation is pretty damn near abandonment. I met some great LGBTQ youth at a function on Friday and Saturday. The love and compassion for the Lord¬†they want to spread across the span of the world is amazing considering their own lifestyle is a grievous sin – apparently. No comment was made when I mentioned God is their only judge.

Richard and I have started our UK trip planning. We are looking at 2018, but I could go over yesterday. Richard asked if I would move to the UK and I would if I could work at my job from there. I am selfish; my job is keeping me here. I have never been so relaxed and content in my job life. I would miss even the most irksome moments if I moved. Moving to Saskatoon is a more acceptable option, sadly. Moving from Waldheim will not take me away from the hatred, but it will remove me from burning something down with my heated, angry heart. There was contempt shown to me by someone who agreed there should be more compassion. My husband and my friends know the true meaning of compassion.

After going over the event of Sunday I figured it is not me with the problem. As a friend said, in regards to the gay question, “things are no longer black and white.” My LGBTQ brothers and sisters who died and were seriously injured left more than their emptiness here, but grieving families and friends. Being more compassionate to your gay, lesbian, transgender and bisexual son or daughter takes a lot more than mere words. A review of your own morals and changes to your reading of the Word may help in figuring this all out. As I told the mother-in-question: “spend some time with those in the LGBTQ community” and suggested a more progressive look at the biblical world around her.

The conversation ended abruptly. Well lady, I’m not done.


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I Am Not Interested In Christmas

That sounds horrible.

I understand the significance of the holiday. I also understand the history behind the origin of the day of celebration itself. Every year I remind my listeners of the date chosen for Christmas. I think it that creation of the holiday that has been bothering me. Plus, the materialness of the whole thing as well. That is an entirely different session altogether, one I do not think I will touch on at this moment.

Why December 25? (1)

At one point I actually felt like not setting up a tree. I brought the subject up, in a covert kind of way, asking Richard if he would ever not put up a tree. He said he was offended that I would ever ask the question. Tradition has ruined Christmas for me this year. This could have been fuelled by my anxiety issues. I guess I am just not feeling it. However, I think there is more to it. My belief in God and Jesus have been ruined by tradition. Those evangelical Christian weirdos have ruined Christmas with their complains of losing their tradition. I have to make turkey for Christmas supper, which is tradition.

I am taking a different approach this year; something completely out of my comfort zone. I want to create a comfortable set of traditions, something that speaks of compassion instead of the same old thing. I wanted to make a Christmas supper like the ones my grandmother used to make, but I have realised that time as passed. I will still set up the tree, play carols, make sugar cookies, the only difference will be these things will all be done to celebrate love and family, not in commemoration of a religious experience. I will still attend service with Richard and his parents when they come up for Christmas out of respect. I will deal with the church thing in another form at another time.

The holidays are about love, joy, food, and hopefully the beginning of a tradition of being non-traditional.

(1) Coffman, Elesha. “Why December 25?” Why December 25? ¬© 2015 Christianity Today, 08 Aug. 2008. Web. 04 Dec. 2015.


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A Loving Letter to My Sisters and Brothers at Waldheim MB Church

Hello Everyone!

I bring you blessings and support from across the way. By “across the way” I mean “across the street”. Oh, it does not really matter where I am, only that I love you all.

I want to extend my thanks to Trace and Tracy Block for taking a huge leap of faith, literally and figuratively, in their sponsorship of a refugee family. I also thank all those involved with helping the Blocks through this process. I cannot understand the magnitude of this decision, but I am glad in it. Though I was not at the service yesterday (22 November), Richard was very proud to be a part of a loving and soul-searching moment. We will be giving prayer, money, and most of all support for the family that will be part of our extended family. Though I no longer attend MB, I still consider you all brothers and sisters, and the single mother and her children who are chosen will also be part of this family.

I am especially glad to hear religion is not a deciding factor on the choice of family. I understand some may not be too excited about a non-Christian family being part of the plan, but we need to know that God has chosen us to be kind to all people.

“The foreigner residing among you must be treated as your native-born. Love them as yourself, for you were foreigners in Egypt. I am the LORD your God.”¬†– Leviticus 19:34 (NIV) (1)

‚ÄúDo not forget to show hospitality to strangers, for by so doing some people have shown hospitality to angels without knowing it‚ÄĚ – Hebrews 13:2 (NIV) (2)

I love the fact that Waldheim, Saskatoon, Saskatchewan, and Canada are becoming more multi-cultural; this is necessary and wonderful. Showing support for our Christian, Muslim, Yazidi, and nonconformist brothers and sisters, at the end of the day, makes us all better people. I know that sounds rather cliché, but it is so true.

Take this chance as an opportunity to learn.

If the family we choose to support is Christian, they will more likely be Old-Time Christian. 4th-century AD Old-Time Christian: Syriac, Armenian, or Eastern Orthodox. They may be the closest to the church Peter, Paul, and Thomas that we will ever get to see. This would be awesome! They also could be Eastern Catholic, very closely related the Chaldean church in Saskatoon (where they will most likely be living after their stay in Waldheim). The Chaldean church, though made up of mostly Iraqi immigrants, is even older, originating in Assyria in the 1st to 3rd century (Church of the East). What a way to celebrate diversity; learning about the old church in a new way!

If the family is Muslim, take them into your heart, do not be afraid, for I am not. As humans, physically and emotionally, they too need to feel love, the same love Jesus COMMANDED us to give. The Muslims regard Jesus as their second prophet and have a place marking the spot for His return at the End of Days at the Great Mosque in Damascus. The feelings of mistrust, fear, and xenophobia are not welcome here; they know the way the world thinks of them. Instead show trust, love, and awesomeness! At the same time, do not feel compelled to convert, but feel compelled to support and nurture the growth of new settlers in this beautiful place.

If the family is Yazidi, they too deserve compassion and a heartfelt welcome. They too come from a old faith, one that predates Islam; linked to Zoroastrianism. The same culture group that may have brought us the Magi. Though they may not follow the same books and processes we do, they deserve our love and commitment to help them find a better life.

Thank you for taking a step that may cause concern and maybe some doubt, but in the end we will be grateful for welcoming a family here who at one time had lost everything.

Now they will have something.

May God bless you and keep you.

Wendalynn Donnan

(1) + (2) Holy Bible, New International Version¬ģ, NIV¬ģ Copyright ¬© 1973, 1978, 1984, 2011 by Biblica, Inc.¬ģ Used by permission. All rights reserved worldwide


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Oh, There She Goes Again


I made it through another day being me, and Richard has made it though a day being him; at least that is the concensus.

I have been thinking about something that has pops up every now and then. A comment from one of the vendors at the fair in town a month or so ago is a point of reference. The conversation went something like this (some incidentals have been skipped over for time’s sake):

The Lady (majority of the sellers were of the female of the species): “So Wendalynn (the name I go by when speaking to the unfamiliar), how long have you lived in Waldheim?”

Me: “Six years.”

The Lady: “Wow!!! (you could see the exclaimation marks) Six years? Funny, I have not seen you around before.”

¤ Break ¤

Remember back through a number of posts that Waldheim has three churches. Through listening to a previous conversation with the vendor to her right, she had mentioned an episode at one of these churches, one I would not dare step foot in with fear of my progressive soul catching fire.

¤ Unbreak ¤

Me: “My husband and I work in the city and we do not do much in town otherwise. ”

The Lady: “Oh! Do you have kids?”

Me (dreading the pity face): “No, it is just Richard and me.”

The Lady: “That explains why I never see you. If you had kids I’d probably see you all the time.”

I nodded, took my freebies, and made my way to the sausage table. You cannot go wrong with sausage-on-a-bun.

I know you have read my ramblings on kids before, but over the last little while it had hit me rather hard. Seeing the pictures of all the new babies and not-so-new babies is getting a bit tough on me. I regret not having children, but physically, mentally, and financially it is for the best. Churches, or I guess those like The Lady, need to understand a child does not always make a family.

Those of us without children are peope too. God loves me with my barren bits as much as He loves the seed producing marvellousness some of you possess. We all matter; even the faulty ones.

A while back I had the unfortunate chance to hear a pastor in town say that children make a true Christian family. Single people, according to him, are loved as well, but I have a feeling not as much as a good ole married (and horribly paired) partnership with kiddies.

Pope Francis stated that couples who choose not to have children, whether by birth or adoption, are selfish. Richard and I cannot have children. Adoption takes money and resources we don’t have. In order to adopt you may have to pay for a private investigator to find the father of the child if unknown, a medical examination is a must, credit check … Enough of this. It is much better to be without.

I do like seeing photos of kids, but when I read a child starts crying at the site of a camera, there is a problem with the parent. I do not need to be one to know this.

I do not feel overly comfortable with parents of small children. Suddenly they become experts on child taking-care-of. Before children came along they knew nothing, now they know everything. That is part of the reason I am glad I don’t associate with new parents very often: they have nothing else to talk about.

I should be nice. I should understand it is not easy raising children, especially if there is only one income in the household. However, some courtesy needs to be considered to those of us not blessed with little ones. Seeing posts from grandparents, new and old, about a new edition hurts a little. I will never give my parents or Richard’s parents the opportunity to brag about a wee youngin. I will never hold one of my own. I will never.

Please have some consideration to those who have chosen, whether by health or otherwise, not to have children. We are people. We want to hang out to do absolutely nothing. We want to drink wine and talk about the news. We don’t always want to hear about your lactating issues, yet we will if it means not spending time alone.


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Good News Request

Hello everyone!

I am not announcing anything amazing, just letting you all know that I love you. I know that is not news, but in these times of chaos, political and social questioning, and all around craziness, sometimes a reminder of good things is needed. I am not usually the bearer of good stuff, but what the hay!


Family and friends are healed, getting better, or have left to a better place. Some have found employment through months of trying (been there). Some have discovered opera is not really that bad. Some have discovered Slade’s version of “Run Runaway” is a thousand-million times better than Great Big Sea’s version – times a megabunch.

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Shut The Block Door

This has nothing to do with the Conservative candidate in the Carleton Trail-Eagle Creek riding, just so you know. This is about some who have decided to block me on Facebook.

I have made the decision the unfriend, unfollow, or not associate with people on various social media sites for different reasons, but I have never blocked anyone that I have befriended in some way or t’other. I block the porn providers and Twitter follower sellers, as they are just a waste of space.

I am thinking how I have been blocked on Facebook. Now, I should not care, as it is Facebook. I have lost contact with friends and family over arguments conversated over Facebook. I have spent too much time worrying about what people think of me, or don’t think of me. I broke contact with a person¬†over her constant nitpicking over money and her praise of her over-zealous sister.¬†That whole scene is not worth replaying, but then, if I were an observer, I would pay to see how it turns out.

I have a few acquaintances on Facebook that I really should discard. I will not “block” them, unless they are suggesting violent things towards my family and me. At that point, the police will get involved, not Facebook. I usually ignore, though if I get tired I unfriend them (usually the very last resort). I have realised people are people. I will not try to get through my anxiety disorder by¬†trying to keep up appearances to fit the guidelines and morals of another person. Leave, see if I care.

Oh, I do care.

I have friends who constantly write about music, babies, politics, Vulcans, and broccoli; however, I will not leave them to the wayside over these things. I let people go over larger things, huge things. Racism and misogyny, almost definitely. Most of the time I let the rants and border-line porn go. I will state something if it really becomes an issue. I get myself angry, then sad, then a cup of tea and a bowl of chow mein noodles. I still have not unfriended the person who has hurt me the most.

Will I? I hardly doubt it. I care too much. No, continue posting a thousand photos of your kids, continue posting your yearning for that perfect vacation spot, continue talking about that girl with the big tits eating a hamburger; I am fine with that until it becomes a danger to yourself and others. Release your inner-Christian with piles of Bible verses and beach scenes of footprints and scrolly fonts. Granted, I do that every now and then.

Then again some of you must be fine with me complaining about not enough compassion and not enough Thomas Tallis on BBC Radio 3.


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Positivity Challenge – Second Attempt

With everything going on at this moment (Kim Davis, Syrian refugees, the Canadian election, and my own grief) I want to stay on a positive plane.

Positivity is a difficult thing to achieve. Some of you know I have a tendency not to be positive, in fact I am closer to border-line-passive-aggressive. There are times I purposely do not do something for the sheer heck of it and I will leave some rather humorous protest notes. I come across this naturally; sometimes by osmosis, sometimes by reflex. I am trying very hard not to fall into the pity pit.

I do not want to do this by quoting scripture, Oscar Wilde, or a self-help guru. Do not get me wrong, I think we can learn a lot from a professional helper or the Bible. I do worry about over-quoting. I also fear quoting incorrectly. It’s best to leave this alone before I become negative.

I worry about whether or not I am trying to hard. Recently I dived into a book selection conversation. I suggested Benjamin L Corey (Undilutef) and¬†Rev Nadia Bolz-Weber (though no book was mentioned, I am reading Accidental Saints: Finding God in All the Wrong People. I think I lost a bit of support when I mentioned the words “progressive” and “swear”. I did try to come back with The Cloud of Unknowing, but I think the term “medieval” may not have helped. I did not¬†hear back. I think I over-stepped my welcome. The person asking for a book request found what she was looking for – Tattoos on the Heart – The Power of Boundless Compassion by Gregory Boyle. A book about living a God-filled life in a gang-infested area seems like something I could capture, something I could read, something I could suggest.

I have to remember some people are not into progression, and that is just fine. Then again Rev Bolz-Weber has been through some pretty tough times. And she has tattoos! Grace, forgiveness, and hope abound in all the books and authors mentioned.

That’s a good thing!

I am making traybakes for the staff pot-luck tomorrow. There will be coconut. There will be some kind of sprinkles. Or not. Ooo, jam!!! The ideas are endless and kinda fun.

Whilst I make my cakey edibles, Richard gets to do some house cleaning. Ah, it is not all rest for me, as I will be exercising my eyes on the suffering-yet-forgiven Rev Nadia Bolz-Weber and listening to the sweet, soulful sounds of Steve Perry.

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