Tuesday, November 8, 2011

No More Waiting

After making dinner tonight I settled in to wash the dishes (yes, I wash the dishes by hand. I own a dishwasher but it hasn't worked since before I lived in this home and I don't see any sense in buying a new one when I am totally capable of washing the dishes, so my dishwasher has instead been converted to a storage place for canned goods). It was quiet in the house and so I plugged in my mp3 player to listen to some music while I washed.

My mp3 player is loaded with an odd assortment of music. I don't like one specific genre of music, in fact about the only music I am not a fan of would be jazz or techno. Just don't get them. So my mp3 player is loaded with pop, rock, heavy metal, country (old school and new pop country), a bit of rap and R&B and even an opera song.

So I am washing along, skipping an occasional song or two, when one comes on that made me pause. The song is called Waiting for my Real Life to Begin and it is by Colin Hay. My first thought was to skip the song because it has a tendency to make me remember things from the past that make me sad. However, I was in the midst of washing and covered in soapy water so I let it play for a bit until it got to the chorus. The chorus goes:

"And you say, be still my love
Open up your heart
Let the light shine in
But don't you understand
I already have a plan
I'm waiting for my real life to begin".

For some reason the song hit home in a different way then it usually does. It made me reflect on my life in the last year or two and the amount of changes and struggles that I have been through, along with the rest of my family on many of those. I thought about each and every person that we have lost in the last year. Each and every struggle that each one of those people faced as the end drew near. The combination between that and the line "I'm waiting for my real life to begin" made me realize that all to often we take a backseat to our own lives. We wait. We wait for the boy we like to call. For our friends to go out. For the mail to come. For that right person to find us and fall in love. For the perfect job opportunity to come our way. For those of you that are familiar with the book Oh, The Places You'll Go! by Dr. Suess, I am not trying to copy his work although it might sound that way. For those of you that don't know his book, read it. I don't care that it is a children's book, it has a valid point for children and adults alike.

I don't want to take a backseat to my own life. I don't want to just wait for something great to happen or the weekend to come or that person to call. Simply put, we need to be proactive in our lives and live our life and try for things instead of just sitting and hoping they will happen. I don't want to look back and wonder "what if". Sure, there is always a chance that I might not succeed or that things might not turn out the way I had hoped, but I can at least look back and know that I gave it my all and be proud of that fact.

The last couple of weeks have been rough. It was the anniversary of the date that we lost Dad and Uncle Frosty. It seems so hard to believe that it has been a year already. In some ways it feels like it was just yesterday and in others it seems like a lifetime ago. I'd like to think that I have healed some, but now and then, the loss does creep up on me and I have a break down. Pain is a part of life, unfortunately. Loss is a part of life as well, whether it is the death of a loved one or the end of a relationship, either way you go through a grieving process. It is a long, very long, process but through that loss you also learn to live as well. To push for the things you want to realize that there are other things out there to do and try.

I am not going to wait for my real life to begin, instead I think I am going to take the bull by the horns and live it and enjoy each and every day of it. Except maybe Mondays. Ok, fine, Mondays too. :)

With love:
Forest R. Bartlett: May 19, 1947 - October 27, 2010
Norris L. Ashment: November 4, 1942 - October 31, 2010
Blaine Ashment: February 9, 1931 - May 7, 2011
Everette Beaulieu: February 28, 1922 - June 13, 2011
Carol Ashment: February 23, 1930 - November 6, 2011

Thursday, February 24, 2011

Angels

Dark angel
Earthly bound
A heart full of hurt
A mind tangled in fear and confusion
Her soul darkened over time
What was once sweet and pure now forever changed
Lessons of heartache and pain filling her with doubt
Reflections of times past
A time of innocence and joy
Hopes held high
Dreams of a perfect forever
Slowly each hope torn away
With each infliction of hurt comes a growing anger
Mistrust in those around her
She spreads her ebony wings one last time
Opening herself to more possibilities of pain
But holding on to that small dot of hope that still burns inside.

A white angel
Sent from above
His heart so open and loving
Able to forgive and always love
A touch of gray around his edges
Past misdeeds blemishing his soul
Yet not so heavy a burden as to change him
Only enough to teach him, to let him grow
A heart that loves with a passion unparalleled
Never doubting, always hoping
Able to take the steps to stumble but rise proud again.

A chance meeting
The twinkling stars shining overhead
The white angel stands before the dark one
Two hearts and two souls so different
Yet each holding what the other needs
The dark angel trembles in fear
She has known not someone like this
Paranoia flashing inside her
Sure he must be the work of Satan himself
Sent to unsettle her
To make her lower her walls only to then show his true nature
She steps away in fear
The white angel can see the fear in her
Like a wounded animal she draws away
Yet in that one glance he can sense the hope that still lives in her
Slowly he approaches
His palms upturned to show she has nothing to fear
The dark angel shivers again but does not withdraw
Slowly he takes her in his arms
A warmth like no other filling her
With each passing day the two are drawn closer together
Like two magnets unable to resist the pull
He lifts her each time she falls
She pulls him back to earth each time he flies to high
Not taking from one another
Sharing instead
Each piece of their being becoming a part of the other
His wings darken lightly
Hers becoming paler with time
Both finding the perfect balance in the other
Not an easy road
Instead a bumpy journey
Each bump an experience to learn from
She will never be the white angel
He will never be dark
Yet instead they shall live together as a brilliant ray of silver.

February 24, 2011

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Life Sketch

While this was a group effort to write, I thought I would share so that everyone that couldn't attend can read it and those of us that were there can hold on to it.

Norris Lee Ashment was born on November 4, 1942 to Arlynn Merten Ashment and Vella Drucilla Porter Ashment. Norris was the eighth of nine children. Norris was preceded in death by his parents, his brothers Keith, Theo and James and sister Katherine. Norris was born and raised on a small farm in Afton, Wyoming. Growing up on a farm Norris developed a love for animals early on. One day Norris went out and climbed on his old gray mare. Part of the trail required him to cross the canal. Once across the canal Norris had to get off of his horse to close the gate. Well, his trusty steed decided that she’d had enough and headed home… without Norris. Poor Norris was left on the wrong side of the canal with no way back across.

Growing up Norris attended school first in Afton, which of course required the standard “uphill both ways in six feet of snow with no shoes” journey. Later he attended school in Idaho Falls. Norris’s early teen-age friend, VerNon enrolled in guitar lessons. When VerNon would finish the lesson for the day he would head home to share his knowledge with Norris. These early lessons started Norris’s love for music and stringed instruments.

On February 11, 1960, Norris set off on a new adventure, joining the U. S. Army. Norris attended basic training in Fort Ord, California, and was later stationed at Kitzingen, Germany. During his service in the military he was a member of a band called “The Wildflowers” which played at several bases around Germany. On February 8th, 1963, his service ended and he returned home. The members of the Wildflowers reunited in Denver, Colorado where they recorded a 45record which featured two songs:
“It’s Just My Pride” and “Quick as a Flash”.

In December of 1965 he married Sharon Dodge, and the following October they had their first daughter, Julie. Two years later, and two days shy of Norris’s birthday, they welcomed another daughter, Joan, into their family. The family lived in a small house on May Street. The house was most definitely a fixer-upper which both challenged and tested his skills. Many days were spent in the garage as he schemed thinking up yet another invention that would revolutionize the world.

Between the time spent working at Sears and fixing everything and anything at home as well as playing music, he always found time to teach Julie and Joan the basics in life; riding bikes, climbing trees, playing guitar, soldering wires, and especially learning how to drive their mother crazy. His sense of humor was also passed down early on as he chuckled and told them to go “play in the street”, which they did but it was ok because it was a dead end street.

One of Julie’s first memories was in 1969 as the first steps were being taken on the moon. She remembers Norris picking her up, taking her outside, and pointing to the moon. He then took her back inside to show her the TV while repeating the word “moon”, and finally she understood!

Every night when Norris came home from work, he would have a “Smartie” candy in his nerdy pencil pocket protector. Julie would run to meet her Daddy, he would scoop her up, and she would take the treat out of his pocket. He would tell her she was his “princess” and if she took her “Smartie” pills every single day…she would be the smartest girl in the whole world and could do anything if she tried hard enough.

You have all heard stories where men do things “wrong” so they are never asked to do them again? Well, shortly after Sharon and Norris completely repainted their new little house, Norris found out something was wrong with the furnace. As usual, he attempted to fix it. Unfortunately, he didn’t quite get it fixed correctly. When he turned on the furnace, a black cloud of soot and dust issued forth and completely covered the entire freshly painted house with dirt. So much for the clean paint!

Ten years later Norris and Sharon were surprised with the news that they were expecting their youngest daughter, Siobhan. At the same time they began the construction on the home on Beeche’s Corner. Norris’s roots as a farm boy reared its head once again. The home was located on two acres of land. Norris acquired a rusted POS tractor and decided to start a garden. Once, after tinkering with the tractor and getting it back in running order, Norris began plowing the quote un-quote garden. There was a large tiller that attached to the back of the tractor. The tiller was designed to have someone sitting on it to weigh it down to break up the earth. Norris couldn’t drive and sit on the tiller so he did the next logical thing, drag eleven year old Joan out to sit on the tiller. Part way through Norris tilling his new garden, Sharon glanced outside and saw Joan sitting on the tiller, a death grip on the seat, and ran outside bellowing “Stop and get my child off that tractor”. In the end, the garden was a bit more then a standard backyard garden and encompassed about half an acre.

Norris didn’t seem to mind having three girls and he didn’t let that stop him from teaching them how to change tires, bleed breaks, change oil filters and install carburetors. They all got lessons on how to read electronic schematics and how to fix just about anything…determination was key. It may not have been pretty, but anything could be fixed. The girls fondly remember holding the flashlight while Norris would fix TVs, VCRs, car motors or anything else. He would ask for the tool and they each knew exactly what he was asking for and give him the proper tool.

And oh the pranks! When Julie and Joan were in junior high, they used to play “camping” in their small 13 foot camp trailer, parked in the driveway. One day, Norris lit an entire roll of firecrackers and threw them under the trailer. When they started exploding, he shook the camper so hard they thought there was an earthquake or a bomb going off. When they bolted from the camper, there stood Norris, bellowing with laughter.

Norris and Sharon played in a band, the Good Timers, for many years, traveling all over the valley. Many friends were made and adventures were enjoyed. Many nights were spent in the basement of their home, practicing music, and jam sessions were the norm. And although Norris could not read sheet music, he always said, “It doesn’t interfer with my playing!”

Sharon and Norris later divorced in 1985. During this period, Norris frequently spent time with his brothers. One weekend Norris loaded Siobhan and his brother Blaine’s granddaughter Crystal into his faithful old beat-up red truck, which he had spent many hours fixing up, and they headed to Blaine’s house in Rigby. It was the middle of winter and it was snowing and blowing. Crystal became rather nervous with the storm blowing around them. Siobhan, having every faith in her father, patted Crystal reassuringly on the shoulder and said “don’t worry, ol’ red can make it.” Norris laughed and laughed about this for years to come.

Also during this time, Norris’s girls found a little kitten. They had to rescue it and their mother wouldn’t let them keep it at her house and Norris was always a softy for animals so they convinced him to keep the kitten. Now while he loved animals, he wasn’t overly creative with names. He named the kitten “Cat”. It just might be possible that he wanted a dog instead of a cat as he tried to teach the cat to do tricks. He did manage to teach Cat how to sit on command. Another trick that Cat learned was how to move his food bowl in front of the fridge when he needed to be fed. Norris later commented that he wondered if he had trained Cat or if Cat had trained him.

In 1987, love was in the air, as Norris met Gayle for the first time at the going away party for his soon to be son-in-law Boyd’s enlistment in the Army. Little did he know that first meeting would bloom into 23 years of laughter, tears, fishing trips, and many, many family vacations. It was soon after that party that Gayle’s TV quit working. And after listening to Cody whine for the last time, Gayle’s best friend Margaret, suggested she call Joan’s father to fix it. Norris was more than willing to go over to Gayle’s; he distinctly remembered meeting her at the party…she was the one with the “hot legs”. With Robert, Gayle’s oldest son, hanging over his shoulder, Norris dug in and fixed the TV in no time, much to Cody’s delight. True to his nature, Norris refused to accept any kind of payment, and likewise true to her nature, Gayle was adamant about reimbursing him, and so she insisted that she take him fishing.

On October 30, 1987 Norris and Gayle were married in Idaho Falls. Through his marriage to Gayle, Norris acquired four step-sons, Robert, John, Scott and Cody and step-daughter Vicki. Not long thereafter Norris began playing music with the band affectionately dubbed “HTA”. The band played in Swan Valley at the Covered Wagon and in Idaho Falls at Ford’s Bar. When asked to play for the yearly family reunion of their close friends the Holversons, the group quickly agreed. One year at the Holverson reunion Norris had his camp trailer parked near an old three railed wooden fence. Each of the three rails ran horizontally. Norris and BJ, the cockapoo that Boyd and Joan had given him, were sitting beside the campfire. Norris placed BJ’s chew toy on the bottom rail of the fence. BJ quickly discovered it and got it down. Norris decided to try again and put it on the second rail of the fence. It took a few tries but BJ finally figured out how to climb up on the bottom rail and retrieve the toy off the second rail. Norris was thrilled with the way that BJ figured out so quickly how to retrieve the toy. He figured there was no possibility that BJ could reach the top rail but was curious to see how smart BJ really was. He placed the toy on the top rail of the fence, and after a few failed attempts, BJ figured out that he could climb the fence just like a ladder and climbed up the fence, walked across the top rail, got the toy and jumped down. Norris erupted in laughter at his dog’s ingenuity.

On one Christmas morning, Norris and Cody enjoyed suprising everyone as they woke up or came to visit with a greeting from Jeeves…the shifty eyed but ever faithful, inflatable dinosaur butler.
Christmastime rolled around yet again and Norris and Cody were in charge of bringing home the perfect tree, so they hopped in the truck and went hunting at the local tree corral. Unfortunately, the poor tree they brought home fell a few feet short of perfect; instead, they brought home what was the epitome of the Charlie Brown Christmas tree. Wrapped in twine, the tree looked lush and full; however, once the twine was cut, and the tree sprang open what was left were three full branches at the very bottom and not much else. Gayle gave them both “the look” and back to the lot they went but that poor little tree would not be abandoned; instead, Norris, Cody and Julie drug the tree downstairs and loaded it with Oly beer cans, ding-dongs, and streamers of yarn. Although relegated to the basement, that tree was the house favorite.

Through his relationship with Gayle and through his own children, Norris has twelve grandchildren, Jasmine, Josh, Mikel, Anthony, Dustin, Tanner, Stephanie, A.J., Lexi, Trevor, Shaiann and Alyssa. Norris also has four great-grandchildren, Trinity, Tayson, Aspen and Oakley. Norris enjoyed teaching the grand kids how to play guitar, go fishing, annoying their parents, and a touch of colorful language.

In the 90’s Gayle bought a ceramic Christmas village. Norris made a comment that he could make little houses like that. Soon thereafter Gayle purchased Norris a couple of balsa wood kits for him to put together. Of course, these were quickly modified to suit his own liking. Not long after this, he found “The World’s Smallest Table Saw”, and knew he just had to have it. A few days after getting his new toy, Gayle came home from work to find a bloodied bar of soap in the bathroom. She immediately charged downstairs, where Norris was perched on his seat working away. Saying nothing, she grabbed one hand and than the other. Sure enough, his thumb was wrapped in a gob of bandages - the “Worlds Smallest Table Saw” had tried to eat his thumb. Thus began his love for miniatures and replicas which included the shed from the old homestead in Wyoming as well as the house on May Street.

Always up for a challenge, Norris decided to try his hand at making miniature trucks, and he had found the perfect partners in crime in Robert and Boyd. Robert was driving truck for Kilpack and Boyd had just started driving truck for England Trucking. Norris crawled all over their trucks, and any other trucks he could get away with, taking measurements so he could reconstruct precisely scaled models of a Peterbilt 397, Kenworth T800, and a Freightliner FL120. He also enjoyed building other vehicles such as trains, planes, and automobiles. After seeing his skill at model building, a co-worker of Gayle’s from the INL asked if Norris could make a replica of a 1936 Chevy Coupe that they had recently bought and were refurbishing. After the actual car was finished, it was shown in several car shows – always accompanied by Norris’s replica, which much to his surprise and delight also won awards.

Although Norris loved working with wood, his first love, the guitar, was never far from his mind. Using the models he built as practice, he experimented and perfected the art of airbrushing – he had a plan! He was determined to build a replica of a 1961 Fender Stratocaster with a sunburst pattern similar to the guitar used by his Army buddy and fellow “Wildflower” band member, Dave. He purchased a Fender neck and body, and after much painstaking time, he completed his greatest woodworking and airbrushing feat, the guitar of his dreams. Around this time he also aquired a pedal steel guitar, and many hours were spent composing, playing, and recording his own music. But the ultimate joy for Norris was to have his grandchildren come over and to sneak away with them to teach them how to play the guitar, or as Siobhan dubbed it…his “deedle-dee”. One can only hope that his rĂ©pertoire had improved beyond “The Old Gray Mare”.

Besides being a phenomenal musician and craftsman, Norris was also quite the talented cook, and could often be found in his backyard whipping up a pot of potatoes, fried chicken, or peach cobbler in the Dutch oven pit. And true to his gender, he loved to supervise the barbecue grill, perfecting the art of grilling steaks.

In addition, Norris loved spending time outdoors 4 wheeling and hunting with Boyd and his ol’ buddy Butch, and would never turn down a chance to go fishing or camping. Many a story can be recalled about some of the more adventuresome escapades such as the hunting trip from hell, which went awry when first the hitch was lost, than his beloved zippo lighter came up missing and culminating in a busted truck window when the 4-wheeler tried to jump into the front seat. However, such thing were always taken in stride, and when the dust would settle, there would be Norris, head cocked to one side chuckling and saying “well sum bitch” ….but that’s another story.

Norris had an amazing life and his legacy of humor and caring will live on forever. He was an exceptional man who enriched the life of everyone he met. That mischievous twinkle in his eye will be remembered. He will be greatly missed.

Monday, October 4, 2010

Sunset


Sunset

Warm sun, setting quick
Rays of light and hope disappearing
A blanket of warmth turning cold and chilly
Taking with it the hopes and dreams of the day
Wanting, reaching, ever grasping
Clinging to stay but slowly slipping away
A moment in time soon forgotten
Taken for granted over and again
Counted on to always be there
Like a breath always expected to breathe
One sunrise after another
Always there but rarely embraced
Expected to shine on forevermore
But someday the sun will set forever
Never to warm you again
On that day will you cry?
Weep tears of sorrow for the moment forgotten?
Hold tight to that ray of light
Never let it go unthanked and unembraced
For you never know if that moment will be its last.


Written September 25, 2010. Not a good day obviously lol



Saturday, June 26, 2010

My Poor Little Blog

I wonder how many times I can update this blog with some random thing about my "best intentions" when I started it? I think I will just skip over that because it sounds whiny haha. Frankly it is my blog and I can post whatever I feel like on it right? The poetry is nice and I love it, I love to express myself, but sometimes that isn't always the option on how to go about expressing what is going on in my little bubble of the world. I would love to update this more, simply for me, but I just haven't had the time or the energy to keep up with it lately. The last two years have been a rollercoaster of ups and down that seem to just be picking up speed. Either that or my patience are lowering and my energy level dropping. That is very possible.

There really isn't one thing that set everything in motion. There are lots of things that have just gone wrong and/or changed that have resulted in things being the way they are now. If I had to name them, I guess they would be the following, in no particular order: 1. Mom being ill, 2. Dad being ill, 3. Grandpa growing older and more frail, 4. My divorce, 5. The end of my relationship with Tony, 6. Changing jobs.

Those closest to me and a few others I choose to vent to on occasion know the full extent of what is going on with each of those situations. I guess I will expand on each a little just to make things clearer.

First would be mom. She suffers from COPD as well as some long term back problems. The combination of both forced her to retire. I try to do what I can to help her out because at this point she can't even really get out of the house. So I do her shopping and laundry and some other random chores for her.

Dad was probably the biggest shocker of all of them. He has always had some problems with back pain and knee pain but nothing life threatening. About a year and a half ago he had a stroke and a heart attack (there is some evidence that he had more then one). He required surgery to put some stints in his heart to help with blood flow. He also developed severe abdominal pain that required surgery as well. A few weeks ago the stomach pain came back full force. In the process of trying to figure that out they discovered that he had lung cancer. He is now undergoing radiation treatment for the cancer but there is still no solution for the abdominal pain. It is most likely cause by a circulation problem.

Grandpa started having issues several years back when he had a bone spur in his neck that was trying to sever his spinal cord. Since then he has had multiple issues, many of which are common in old age. Most recently he fell and broke his hip and had to have surgery. He isn't doing very well.

My job change came when my old boss decided to get ready to retire. Part of that included moving into another office where he could reduce his bills and just try to wrap up a few cases he had going on. I was the biggest expense that he had so I didn't make the transition. I still do some work for him on the side and hold no bad feelings at all about the situation. But it did require finding another job, which I did after taking about two months off to get some stuff done around the house and go through my divorce (more about that later). The office I now work at is a totally change from where I was before. Before it was just myself and the attorney. Light case load, and a variety of job duties (I did everything from secretary to paralegal to janitor). Now I am in an office of 10 people (including our intern) that is VERY fast paced. I don't mean that is a bad thing, I really enjoy my job but it did take some major adjusting and it is high stress but I like it all the same.

My divorce was my decision. I wasn't happy and neither was he. There were a lot of things that occurred through our relationship that just really left me with some major trust issues. While it might have been for the best that doesn't mean it was easy. Particularly with children involved. It has taken some adjusting and a few arguments along the way to get things to a point that he, I and the kids are all settled.

I guess that leaves just my relationship with Tony to sum up. I really don't know how to sum it up very well. I fell head over heals in love with Tony from the beginning. There were some issues there as well, on both sides. Frankly I am still not 100% sure what happened that led to the end of that relationship. I think that is what makes it so hard to deal with at this point because I just still haven't figured it out and still have issues dealing with that.

So yeah, it has been a lot of crazy stuff that has happened over the last couple of years. Frankly it isn't surprising that I am flat out tired, emotionally and physically drained and short on patience with petty crap. I hear people whine about how hard things are because they can't afford cable tv or something and I just want to slap them and tell them how hard things really could be. I am not saying that I have it the worst off. I know that there are people that have it worse then me, but compared to some of them I totally have them beat. There are a lot of days that I just want to hide in a corner and cry because I am so worried about stuff, particularly the health of my family members. Reality tells me that I can't do that so I just push through it and try to make the best of some shitty situations.

One thing that I have learned in the midst of this is you start to figure out who your real friends are and who the ones are that are simply there to get something from you. You learn who truly cares about you and who just wants to leech from you. In a way it is depressing but mostly it is just nice to know who really cares because I don't need to waste time with people that are simply out to take take take from other people. Sometimes the help that I have needed and the support I have needed (just a smile and a laugh now and then, nothing big) have come from some of the most surprising sources.

So yeah, back to the original point, my blog has been and will be neglected for the most part because I just have to much on my plate right now. Maybe one of these days things will slow down and I will actually have the brain power to write some new poetry instead of just whiny rants haha


Thursday, April 29, 2010

Fly Free

Well after my little rant in my last blog, I figured I would actually post another poem. Shocking huh? haha. Anyway, I was browsing through my list of poetry and came across this one. In reading through this again two things occur to me: 1. I was obviously at a very dark and trying time in my life; and 2. No matter how low I feel, I am, and always will be, a hopeless romantic.

Fly Free

My heart bleeds
My body shakes
My emotions in turmoil
I've done it again
Your lonely little bird
Scared and flying away
Desperately seeking approval
Fearing rejection
Wanting love and acceptance
Yet causing hurt
Running when she doesn't understand
Unable to know right from wrong
So afraid of causing more pain
Hurting the one person who understands
The little bird begs for forgiveness
But expects none
Thinking in her mind that she doesn't deserve it
He is her guardian angel
A bright spot in a dark and cruel world
His words sing through her heart like a melody
Igniting a fire that died long ago
Giving her pause
Making her see what it is to fly again
To leave behind the dark demons which haunt her dreams
Following her through her day
Refusing to give her a moment's peace
Chipping away at what is left of her fractured soul
But he lifts her up
Banishing the demons
Putting her high on a ledge and showing her that it is ok
She will be able to do it
To live, to soar amongst the clouds
To reach for the heavens
He will lead the way
Teach her how to fly again
To live a true life, not a ghost of an existence
Her guardian angel
Her white knight
Leading her back to the heavens where they can fly free together for the rest of time

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Time for a Vent

So I haven’t updated this blog for awhile. Part of the reason was over the holidays I was stressed out and busy as heck. After that the reason I didn’t update it was because there was something I wanted to write but which I haven’t taken the time to sit down and write. The point of this blog was for my poetry. But it is my blog and I can do what I want with it (right??) so I decided in this case to use it as my venting board. My vent would be on religion and politics and particularly how they affect people and their attitudes.

Several months ago I made a new friend. We had different opinions on things when it came to politics and religion. For the most part this didn’t seem to be an issue until I totally disagreed with something that was said. The result was a very upsetting and inappropriate response that was extremely offensive and a personal attack on me. I was surprised to say the least.

I have never been one to get on the political or religious bandwagons. Politics I just don’t generally understand. Seriously how can anyone 100% most of what is said. You take one speaker and have two different people listen to the political speech and both of the people in the audience can draw totally different opinions and understandings from it based on their own personal feelings. Who is right? Who is wrong? It isn’t just black and white because each person draws from their own personal experience and beliefs. The same applies to religion. Each religion has their own beliefs and ideas of right and wrong.

I have attempted to take the time to follow politics and understand what the arguments were all about. However, I quickly loose interest time and again because it so frequently ends up being a personal attack given by one person or the other. Why should I listen or try to listen to your side of the argument when you back up what is said by saying “you are an idiot if you believe X, Y or Z.” Insulting my intelligence does nothing to help me understand your side or make me even feel the desire to see your side.

Does anyone every truly like to be insulted? Not anyone that I know. I respect that people have their own beliefs when it comes to politics and/or religion. That is great! But using either one as a justification for a personal attack on fellow people with emotions, feelings and beliefs just doesn’t seem right to me. What happened to respecting others? What happened to treating people the way you want to be treated? Does calling me or someone else an idiot because we have a different belief make people really feel better? In so many ways it seems like a grown up version of a kindergarten fight on the playground.

“I think Legos are better then Tinker Toys.”
“Why?”
“Because I said so and you are stupid.”

“I think Bush was better then Obama.”
“What do you base your opinion on?”
“Because he does dumb stuff and if you can’t see that then you are an idiot.”

Seriously, what is the difference between the two arguments? Neither has any supporting data or evidence one way or the other and both simply turn into personal attacks. You can substitute some religious belief in either scenario and have the same argument occur.

Frankly I don’t care what political party you belong to. I don’t care what religion you belong to. It makes no difference to me if you are a patriot, a republican, a loyalist, a democrat, catholic, Mormon, Jewish, Muslim or Hindu. I don’t care if you are a man or a woman, straight or gay, fat or skinny. What I care about is the human spirit and the way that people treat others. If you can treat others with respect and understanding as opposed to finger pointing and name calling then you will earn my respect and my ear to listen to what you have to say.

You want me to be on your political and/or religious stance then lead me by example of good character and compassion, not through insults and belittling statements.