Monday, February 18, 2013

if i hear about another pedophile priest, i'm gonna scream...

I may lose a few followers here with this post,
but it doesn't matter to me.

This needs to be shared.

I watched something last night
that had my blood boiling -
and my blood doesn’t boil very easily.

I watched a documentary called
Mea Maxima Culpa
(Silence in the house of God).



It is a must see after far too many silent years
about pedophiles in the priesthood
and the Vatican’s refusal
to protect the young victims.

I am outraged at the fact
that these young deaf boys tried to tell so many people
for so many years (including the police)
and they were ignored
because one just doesn't accuse a priest of such things.

The boys were left to fend for themselves,
many of these deaf children unable to communicate
with their own parents.



Most of the nuns who were meant to protect them
looked the other way.

Many of the priests accused of molestation
were transferred to a different parish,
sometimes to a different country.

I think we can all guess what happened there...

It pains and angers me to think of the suffering
of those poor little deaf boys
and how their lives
were forever changed
because of men (priests)
who abused their authority.




Many catholics won’t watch this film,
because they have been taught not to question,
and many who will watch
will do so in disbelief.

Silence and denial
are far easier to bear for many
than the truth.



Well folks – not for me.

I believe it’s time for change.



We are not doing the world any favors
by pretending these crimes didn’t happen
in the church
and aren’t still happening.

We do ourselves and our children a disservice
when we let these priests
off the hook.

Anyone else would be charged.

They are men, first and foremost
and the frock should serve as more
than protection from the law.



Saints and sinners.

Sinners and saints…

the line keeps getting a little muddier
it seems…

Here's the movie trailer:


Thursday, February 14, 2013

M&M's and soft pastels...


One of the secrets of a happy life is
continuous small treats.
- Iris Murdoch



I'm a fucking champion of small treats... :-)
This is about as "valentine-ey" as it gets in our house.

M & M's and peanut butter hearts. 


I felt like getting my hands dirty tonight




so it was soft pastel time



It's a little harder for me to do abstract with soft pastels...


look! i even found a heart! 
(you can see it in the photo above, top left hand corner)


flipping it over and adding some black...


It always feels good to get our hands dirty sometimes,
doesn't it?


A few of my small treats:
chocolate
little bits of art wherever i can squeeze it in
bubble baths
books
wine
a good pen and paper
morning walks
good coffee
being barefoot
hugs from my son
smiles
a haircut
rain
new underwear (or no underwear - giggle...)
and good music.

love to all of you...
xox

Monday, February 11, 2013

snow white and sunlight

I used to be snow white, but i drifted.
- Mae West


That quote always cracks me up.
i love it.


And speaking of snow white and drifting...
a few of the beautiful snow drifts the day after the storm.


When i was younger, i used to imagine what it would be like
if snow was purple or orange or green instead of white.



My teenaged son, who jumped off the porch
into the white powder
and sunk straight in. :-)



Winter can be harsh sometimes

Shorter days,
less sunlight,
getting cabin fever when it's -30
and we feel trapped inside.

There's always a point during the winter season
where i start to miss the warmth of the sun.

I was raised in a Canadian climate,
so snow and cold are just part of the deal
during the winter months.

But sometimes, it just seems to take more
to get me going.



These days, i sit at the kitchen table in the morning,
to get some serious writing done.

There's much more sunlight there,
it feels warmer,
and i'm away from the computer
which is always good now and then.


The hour i spent this morning
at the kitchen table - writing and drawing,
was worth more to me
than a day of therapy.

Most of us have everything we need inside,
to make ourselves better.

We just need to DO IT.

This is an oil pastel drawing i did
that i may use with one of my little stories
about a Holocaust survivor.

I may need to make a few adjustments to it...

Wishing you all a wonderful week ahead.
Thank you all for being here.
Love and lollipops. 
xox