Joy

Joy, that is the mystery of love.
If you are in love then you are full of joy.
If you accept the good news that God loves us,
that we are something very special to Him,
that in tenderness and the love He has
and that he has created us
and that he keeps us alive,
all that tenderness and love.
That is the reason of all joy.
That is why Jesus came...
That through me, my joy may be yours.
~Mother Teresa~

Merry Christmas
Teresa.

Humor in Hurting

Putting my parents aside, my best friend…George told me just for today, “You look like you are suppose to have 2 dry legs, shame isn’t it?”

“Ahhh…why is that a shame?”

“Tiz because Mattie…Arrrr, your eyes, they be leaking into your boots.”

Just to make sure my feelings are properly ballsed…I loaded my dishwasher and sat here naked with big green and yellow froggy slippers and just smiled. I looked at my legs. I’m out of sharp double blades. I’ll need a weed whacker soon. “Hey Miss Wendy – Hey Rob and my beautiful lover too, I’ll give you 5 cents for a proper razor!”

“Oh ya George, it’s not that I cannot sit with you as a show of faith. I probably could…I just don’t want too.” “I’d rather be here naked.” “I showed you that I had faith in your belief when I showed up and laughed at the little dead pieces of rice that littered the pathway.” “At my church…we don’t throw dead plants…we throw fertile confetti, it means the same when you have the faith [in the rice] or colourful paper.” “We just choose not to poke your eye out…we have fingers to do that.”

But I was still flooded. How could I be flooded? I’m naked and smiling.

Teresa.

Mental Stability = Suppression

Regarding an article in the Macleans magazine shamefully lifted from my Dr's office. There is an article concerning the "mental" stability of us ovarian carring society and how it does not differ from country to country. Apparently, women are unstable being judged by researchers and "professionals". This urks me to no end.

Get this…since Psyc Dr.s and researchers, as well as their patients, still adhere to a masculine standard of mental health, women, by definition are viewed as psychiatrically impaired. I resent this ideal. Weather they accept or reject the female role-simply because we are women, and given this fact it is not surprising that most literature of non-hospitalized populations reported greater female than male "neurosis" [sp?] or psychosis often regardless of martial status, age, race, social class or nationality. Why are women so emotionally disturbed more than our male counterparts?

Afghanistan is a terrible culture however it is widely accepted that women need to be and should be suppressed. Me Tarzan you Jane…. Cheetah had more rights…Well, he got the ripe banana but if there were ever a stereotype…Jane could use conjunctives.

Men are far too abusive and suppressive toward women who carry life into our body to appease them. Impending breakdowns by the populous estrogen society carry themselves for the most part needy on men to hurt them.

This conversation with myself brings heavy thoughts caused by images of women in Berka’s being murdered while the little daughters watched, afraid of showing emotion and not being able to touch their mother to take her from the street. Woman being tortured righteously by their husbands... little girls being raped by authorities...all these are so close to the birth place of Jesus Christ yet so far removed.

We must always wonder, comparing the totals from two separate populations, weather the differences are due to unintentional compromises of method to have crept in. If the two populations have contrasting cultures or economic levels, this kind of doubling is increased. Does population X, for instance appear to have more cases than population Y because culture X produces more cases or is it because culture X affects the criteria and methods employed make it seem as there were more cases? Put any other way, when two populations differ markedly in their cultural condition, do these differences may make any attempt to count cases amount to using a different indicator in each culture?

Nope...world wide, the percentile of depressed women basically out numbers our "superior" counterparts. I think I'll go spend a third day screaming, pooh-poohing, crying, crocodile tears and create generalized madness, as I see fit to be fashionably be restrained in a straight jacket without question as I do have estrogen.

"The insistence that femininity evolves from necessarily frustrated masculinity makes femininity a sort of normal pathology" ~ Judith Bardwick

Teresa.

Amazing little boy!

I was browsing some blogs just now and came across this. I feel a little better now, not so sorry for myself. It's a "must-listen".

It is a 12 year old boy, who called into a radio station in Houston to share his story. His message and testimony is incredible! I think you might have to save this file to your computer to hear it, but it is definitely worth it!!

This link no longer exists.

http://www.ksbj.org/eblogs/morningShow/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/logan-calf-story.mp3

I think I post a permanent link to the left.
Thanks Melissa!
Teresa.

Take your frown off and come sit beside me, I'd like to talk for hours. We'll talk about your childhood with the thickest slices of toasted homemade bread straight from the oven covered in fresh farm butter and homemade jam. Enjoy sweet pickles out of an old jar on the end of forks that sit in brine during conversation. Open curtains with little yellow flowers on them slowly moving under the window. Does that sound nice to you?

Come sit beside me in the sunshine because I'd love to share this chair by the window. Warblers are twittering and the smell of Hyacinth is pleasant. You can see plenty from here and as I understand, Mr. Anson has been seen sweeping people off their feet again. I really shouldn't have given him that broom, the paramedics keep pulling people from his driveway. We'll have chocolate milk out of fancy tea cups and lift our pinkies into the air when we sip loudly from them. Does this mean much to you?

Come sit in the chair beside me in the sunshine my friend as I have lots to share.We could walk to the circus and sneak in the backdoor when they have their backs turned while they feed the Elephants and have Popeye cigarettes on our lips, looking important. Tell me the things you have done and I promise I will always laugh at you because truly, I love you.

I wrote this for my lover.

May 07.

Teresa.