heated, irrational and defensive post
I think at least 15 percent probably more of my posts have been heated irrational and defensive.
I keep odd hours
It is not healthy
Maybe an addiction I got from the road
woke up thinking about the walking wounded,
the emotionally wounded
the mentally ill
those with enough controll to keep on functioning without being institutionalized.
Someone wrote a book called the evolution of god
karen armstrong I think
I have heard her on so many talk shows
I tried reading the book but got bored
maybe it was too deep for me
too schoolary but the idea interests me
When I was at the mission for a couple weeks we had to listen to sermons before we could eat dinner. I wished I had gone hungry sometimes.
At first I felt so special
you know chosen people and all that
but then I found out what we were chosen for
Jesus loves me yes I know
But I would rather pay rent.
That abortion haunts me till this day
She was not a woman to make that choice lightly
I can't exactly say it is guilt that haunts me now
More like sorrow for the perdicament I placed her in.
It has been thirty six years.
I am grateful that she had the choice it was a decision I could understand
I don't want to say no more about it
except she made the decision based on the needs of her two daughters.
I get along with Catholics well but there is a movie I saw about fifty years ago where a woman dies in childbirth but her child lives. The priest vary smugly (says that
hell I am wandering rambling
Who wrote a column about the texas legislature (mostly men) were considering a anti abortion bill.
She said that they were so ignorant about a woman's reproductive system that some women's lobbyists went to Austin wearing body stockings with the reprodudctive organs drawn on them.
I get along fine with Jesus, I just don't want no truck with his Jewish father.
if you have waded through this mess take two aspirins while I edit for typos.
Wireman has me hooked on spontaneous, first though best thought
but I am pretty embarrassed by some of the things I have blurted.
Maybe my favorite nursery rhyme is one I heard at Quaker First Day school. "Old friends are golden, new friends are silver"