Rant of the Day: Banned Words = No Clergy??
It was kindly pointed out to me that I don’t rant on the blog like I used to. I must be mellowing with the end of Saturn’s Return or something. Or maybe I want to make friends and not enemies in my new habitat of Ottawa.
However, it can be nice and cathartic to rant now and then and I find it also can start some great discussion and debate. And the odd fire storm.
Also with life getting busier and busier and the prospect of going back to school in Spring looming ahead I think I need to set a few things in place to ensure I don’t neglect my blogging. Thus, once in a while I post a Rant of the Day, which would be myself bitching and moaning about just about anything. Sometimes long rants but most often short rants and maybe a link or two to articles or events etc that are related to the rant.
Combined with my usually inconstant blogging and things like Wordless Wednesday I should be able to keep up the blogging without getting too boring or going too long between posts.
So here’s my first Rant of the Day:
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The Struggle
How can finding the right thing to say
Be so simple?
Words drip from their lips
Like flawless pearls
My mouth is full of marbles
The right thing to do
Seems as bright and clear as day
As they move gracefully
And with an inborn ease
While I stammer and stumble with each step
The right thing to wear and the perfect hair
Adorn their elegant bodies
Complimenting style and finesse
Eyebrows delicately raised in response
To my failed attempts at dignity
Did they have mothers
Who were just as refined?
Who taught them manners and propriety
Until it became as natural as breathing?
I cannot help but wonder
If only I had a mother capable of tact
Would I socialize with such
Utter nimbleness?
Intelligent conversation
Sails past my ears
Their words never take a wrong turn
As I struggle not to misspeak
To not interrupt or repeat
Mindless pleasantries surround me
I struggle to maintain a smile
Grateful that they deign
To tolerate my ineptness
At least for a little while
Then I take that inevitable misstep
Exposing my clumsiness
I cringe and shudder
As they cluck their tongues
Gossip behind my broken back
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The Bus Driver
Last night I dreamed that I was on a long, multi-day, chartered bus trip with many of my co-religionists. The hired bus driver was a quiet and professional Muslim.
My fellow bus mates became very upset that the bus driver did not want to make friends and socialize with them. They were angry that he refused to listen to the usual “Pagans are not Satan worshippers, we are good people” spiel.
It go the point that most of them had all piled up at the front of the bus demanding to know why the bus driver wouldn’t accept the fact that Wiccans and Pagans are good people too! “Why didn’t he join us for meals and talk to us?”
The driver kept repeating that he was just a bus driver and it wasn’t his job.
The Pagans grew more and more insistent and upset. Sad and angry the bus driver did not want to be friends or hear about how they are good people. “Why won’t you validate us?’ they cried. “You monotheists are all the same! Judgmental!”
The driver was getting so distracted that the bus began to swerve on the hiway. I climbed my way into the aisle… Continue reading
To Fly By Night
Hoofprints in the Wildwood
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