Blessings...

Five or ten years ago, I would have been irritated by my mother’s request that I accompany her and my dad to church on Christmas Eve. I found myself intellectually unable to reconcile the “God” of my childhood with the “God” that the right wing religious pushers claimed would rain down fire and brimstone upon anyone who did not get “saved”, anyone who was born homosexual, anyone who did anything outside of the religious dogma that they claimed was RIGHT. What about the Buddhists? What about the Muslims? What about the beautiful souls who I worked with who were mentally unable to make such leaps of faith, and who live in a world of the present, without question or fear of “where did we come from”, and “where will we go when we die”?

I just couldn’t understand the concept, and I began to recognize that there is reason in the universe, that science and technology was making great strides to answering important questions about our place here on earth, and that perhaps blind faith and literal interpretation of the Bible weren’t going to fill the hole in my heart. I started seeing the world beyond Kansas, the United States, and began to feel a deep sadness that peace seems at times like an unattainable dream.

In the meantime, I was on a path of self-destruction. I drank when I knew it was something my body could not handle. I drank to laugh, feel good, have fun, talk to others, fit in, meet people, and fill time. In reality, as my drinking progressed and my body continued to find ways to attempt to wake me up to the reality that the craziness needed to stop, I drank and threw up, fell down, drove drunk, stumbled, lost a front tooth several times, scraped my knees, tumbled down my stairs, slept late, missed work, and allowed my next drink/ next night out/ next event take priority over everyone and everything.

I wasn’t finding whatever it was I was looking for, and nothing made sense in a “bigger picture” way. Jesus was not in the bottle of Chardonnay.

The drinking madness ended abruptly with the Great Pancreatic Incident of 2005-2006. But in addition, there was the long and seemingly never-ending illness, pain, weakness, wounds, drains, hospital stays, wonderful doctors, asshole doctors, and miraculous friends and family who appeared regularly to carry me through all of it. Many people put me on prayer lists across the country at their churches. People sent cards telling me they were praying for me. People who I never would have expected to SAY such a thing, let alone do it, told me they prayed for me. When the nights were long and intense and the progression of the disease had worn me down to nothing, I was literally and figuratively on my knees and wasn’t strong enough to get back up, I started praying. To whom, I am not sure. But something had to give.

I gained a new and deeper appreciation for my friends and the community of Lawrence, KS. I developed a better and more open relationship with my parents. I became re-connected with people who I hadn’t seen or talked to in years, because I didn’t “have the time”. I learned who mattered and who didn’t. I learned that everyone around me had different ways of getting through this with me. Some prayed, some took action, some cried, some avoided me, and some went to great lengths to ensure that I would have the strength and the tools necessary for later, when I became healthy again, to know and remember what had happened, to avoid making the same old mistakes, to live in the here and now, and to honor the experience for the blessings it gave me.

So here’s what I think I am comfortable with saying about the “God” issue. I think that spirituality is infinitely more important than religious dogma. I think that I like the way I feel when I am grounded, centered, at peace, enjoying life by the moment instead of life by the drop. I like thinking about and discussing spirituality and how we can all lead better lives, do good things, and love each other unconditionally. I like to pray and meditate. There. I said it. It works for me… I think that “God”, “Jesus”, “Buddha”, or “Allah” lives within each of us and it’s up to us to unlock that potential and utilize it to heal ourselves, to help others, and to do the right thing. I think there’s a definite reason that almost every major religion has some form of the “Golden Rule”.

Most importantly, however, is that I feel that I’ve opened up to the possibility and potential of some sort of positive energy within the universe and within myself. I think that everything that happens to us is a lesson. If we don’t learn the lesson, it will keep coming back to teach us until we get it right. I think that nothing happens without reason, whether we like it or not, and that sometimes we get exactly what we prayed for, for good or bad. Also that sometimes the answer is there, I just may not like it. Most importantly, though, is the sense of GRATITUDE that I feel every single day… to be alive, to be surrounded by people that I love and admire, and to have the chance to help someone else whenever possible.

So… blessings. I’m glad I went to church. I slept through most of the sermon, but I got a big hug from a high-school friend that I haven’t had a real conversation with in years, who was surviving her first Christmas without her daddy, but came up and hugged me and told me she’d been praying for me. My mom got the chance to announce in church that she was so happy to have her now-healthy daughter home with her this Christmas, and the congregation applauded. I got the chance to thank people in person for their thoughts and prayers. I consider those things the blessings that I got from going with the parents to church.

More blessings: I got to see extended family… my favorite (only) aunt, my twin uncles who are volunteer fire-fighters and who busted ass to save my parents’ house earlier this month. I got to spend time with my cousins, and was able to laugh when my mom blurted out some extremely embarrassing information about me to the whole family. I got to have my roommate join us for Christmas eve and morning, and got to see the look on her face when my grandmother announced to her that she wets her pants, you see. I got to hang out with my parents and nap on the couch, and my Daddy did my laundry for me in their new, kick-ass washer and dryer that Farmer’s Insurance paid for after theirs melted in the fire. I walked around the now empty house with my mom and thought about how incredibly lucky we all are that the fire occurred in the evening when everyone was awake. What a blessing that my uncles were able to keep the fire from spreading, and knew the layout of the house. That people in the community where they live and in my mom’s work community pitched in to help in countless ways. I saw the charred ceiling directly above where my mom’s bed was… the fire on the third floor was on its way down to the second floor. I didn’t have a hard time shopping for Christmas gifts for them this year, as they lost all their clothes, shoes, bedding, etc. since the fire was on the floor where the laundry area was. I’m going to sit down and make sure I know exactly what my home-owner’s insurance covers, after seeing how great my parent’s insurance is.

I got an email from my friend Lulu last night that broke my heart. She had a very similar experience a few nights before Christmas… fire took her laundry room and damaged her house. Everyone got out safe and sound. I know her parents and siblings and boyfriend are doing everything they can for her. I know that the community she lives in, the one she works in, and the one she plays in will all be there to help her and her young son. I know that the Goddess Collective will be there in any way needed. I know she’s counting her blessings also this Christmas; she’s just doing it from a hotel room, and quite possibly may be naked. I think she may have lost all of her clothes. But she’s one of the people who greatly influenced my sea change since the beginning of 2005. She’s an inspiration and an incredibly positive and encouraging woman. She makes the people around her want to be better people. She lends levity and light to any situation; I hope that there will be a way I can return the favor to her this time.

In the meantime, I’m counting my blessings. I’m grateful for:

My sobriety. I don’t think I could see all of this clearly without it.

My health. I've come a long way from New Year's Eve 2006

The ability to pray again, to reconnect with the God of my childhood. This would be the one who I just talked to constantly as a kid, believing that I could turn any problem or question over to, and things would turn out just as they were meant to be.

The chance to be with family and friends this Christmas and New Year.

The beautiful brown dog that’s getting noticeably older and slower in recent months… I need to love her a whole bunch right now.

The friends I have at home in Lawrence, my pets, my community, my neighbors, and my house.

My 3 oldest and dearest friends, my roommate, the Goddess Collective, my co-workers and the people I work for, and countless others who mean the world to me.

The chance to be healthy and functional enough to finally make new friends, including one particular friend who gives me butterflies when we’re together… and even when we’re not. Regardless of the outcome, there are possibilities and lessons to be learned… it’s good to have that spark of hope again.

I hope that as you read this, you’ll think of your own blessings, possibilities, lessons, and dreams.

And I pray that during the coming New Year and beyond, you’ll feel peace, hope, joy, and love in abundance.

Click for December Fun

I finally posted the pictures of the Goddess Holiday Gathering... a great time was had by all.

Well, I am frozen in stress mode. Can't move. Can't shop. Can't wrap. Need to finish 2 things for work and I'm blogging instead. Damnit.

I'm looking forward to a meeting tonight, dinner out, and then a potential slumber party with a friend. Yippee!!

I just need to wash my clothes, pack my car, and pick out my Christmas Jammies for tonight.

Oh yeah, I have one last scarf to knit for a friend. And to finish my Christmas cards. Crap. those are sure going to be late.

The Shortest & Longest Day of the Year...

Oh happy holiday season...the end of the year always makes me run crazed through the streets of Lawrence finding just the right gifts, finishing errands, borrowing money (in the old days that was writing bad checks) and sucking down gallons of coffee. (in the old days that was Chardonnay.)

I made a valiant effort for 34 days to quit smoking, and I successfully stayed nicotine free until I came to my senses and realized that it was December 20th, none of my Christmas shopping/wrapping was done, my house was a disaster, my to-do list at work was still a mile long, and I had no money. So I bought a pack of cigarettes and took deep breaths... perhaps I did those two things in the wrong order. Might have saved myself the lung capacity if I'd thought of the deep breathing first. Don't worry, I confessed my issue immediately to Dr. S, and he's going to hook me up with an alternative to Wellbutrin that has been successful in helping people quit.

I've had some interesting ups and downs during the past couple of weeks. My ovaries crossed the picket line and decided to get back to work, sending me into fits and to the emergency room sick, dehydrated, and in immense pain. The word on the street now is that while the ovaries are tired, they are still hanging in there, so no menopause for me yet. Not that it matters, as I have no plans to replicate the crazy right now. This world may not yet be ready for the spawn of Kallipalooza.

Highlights of the past week included a wonderful Sunday one on one thrift and stuff
shopping spree with the lovely Heather Mac. Heather always makes me feel much more interesting than I think I am. This is a good trait in a friend. I like who I am when I'm with her.

Monday brought the Goddesses together at the Slow Ride Roadhouse, where good music was playing on the Jukebox, the ladies were out in full force, and good fun was had by all. I'll be posting some of those pics soon. We goddesses gathered unloved beauty products, bath supplies, and miscellaneous girly things to put together in gift packages for two of the single moms of kids with a disability who happen to receive services from the agency I work for. These moms typically use whatever resources are available to make sure the kids have a good Christmas, and so we did something just for the moms. It was quite well recieved. Goddess goodness abounds, despite our penchance for feeling each other up in public, behaving in undignified manners, and seeking the excess in all the good aspects of life. Lick it up, baby. One of the goddesses was wearing this shirt.

Tuesday was dinner with Brad at Mariscos, which was sorely lacking in service and quality... something's gone terribly awry out there, folks... save your money. It all started with a 10 minute wait by the front door to be seated until a 12 year old waif/hostess scuttled out of the kitchen stuffing fistfuls of food in her mouth as she approached us, and it did not get any better. The waif/hostess must not have been eating the cardboard Chicken Saltimbocca or the rubber Fried Shrimp, or we would have had to toss her over a chair for the Heimlich maneuver or something.

Wednesday was the usual meeting in Topeka and hanging with friends, all of which are TOO YOUNG. I'd also say there was some sort of planetary misalignment over Topeka because there were serious communication issues all over the place. The fallout continues into this evening, causing the rarest of tears on my part... I hate getting my feelings hurt, I hate thinking I've hurt anyone else, and I hate losing my shit over it. Topeka may have to be put on hold for a while, as it's most certainly fucking with my serenity.

In the meanwhile, it was nice to be back in Lawrence, safe and sound at Sunshine, where no one seems to mind if you say fuck in a meeting. I finished all my shopping today, mailed out all of my work Christmas cards (crap I hope they don't arrive to all 100 recipients late, cause wouldn't that just be my luck??) I've been late for almost every single commitment I've had this week... I'm certain that staying up until 3 am writing isn't going to improve that issue much tomorrow. On the upside, I had a lovely evening with a new friend, who was kind enough to cook me dinner and talk really sweet to me while I wrapped presents and slowly wound down from all the running around. Tonight proved to me that it's time to stop recycling old issues and expecting different results. As a couple of my friends have told me, "If you keep doing what you've been doing, you'll keep getting what you've been getting."
I think that means doing who you've been doing, also.