What Would Sappho Say?
Lectori Salutem! or L.S. (Greetings to the Reader!)
Leave it to me to finally make the ultimate in rookie mistakes. I was editing my blog and forgot to turn the feed back on. I only noticed it when I checked my stats and only 7 people had visited the site today. That is a huge drop from normal and I couldn't figure that my writing had suddenly turned that bad! The topic is definitely a bit more on the personal, but still. Sorry and I hope you will all come back and give me another chance for today.
Much Love.
Inspired By Sappho's Muse
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Sappho Speaks: Adoption Akin To Religion – My Hypothesis
What Would Sappho Say?
Lectori Salutem! or L.S. (Greetings to the Reader!)
For those of you paying attention to last week’s blog, you will remember when I first let it slip that I was adopted in Alice, You’ve Really Stepped In It Now!!!!, I wrote, “I have an allegory to being born into religion and that complete acceptance, that blind faith, that so many in the religious community have.” I compared that fact of being brought up in a completely different, loving and wonderful family not genetically my own was akin to being raised Catholic, Islamic, or Jew. It was a fact I had accepted as the truth that the people who took me home from the hospital the day after I was born were my parents, the same way children born into one religion would almost always stay that religion their entire life, regardless of knowledge, life experience or morality.
Lectori Salutem! or L.S. (Greetings to the Reader!)
For those of you paying attention to last week’s blog, you will remember when I first let it slip that I was adopted in Alice, You’ve Really Stepped In It Now!!!!, I wrote, “I have an allegory to being born into religion and that complete acceptance, that blind faith, that so many in the religious community have.” I compared that fact of being brought up in a completely different, loving and wonderful family not genetically my own was akin to being raised Catholic, Islamic, or Jew. It was a fact I had accepted as the truth that the people who took me home from the hospital the day after I was born were my parents, the same way children born into one religion would almost always stay that religion their entire life, regardless of knowledge, life experience or morality.
The Many Faces Of Adoption
What Would Sappho Say?
Lectori Salutem! or L.S. (Greetings to the Reader!)
This next subject is as universal as the human experience and spreads throughout the world in many different forms, both legal and illegal, friendly and stolen, and in the mere disappearance of one child and unannounced appearance of another – no questions asked. There are so many other on the black market and simply sold children for economic reasons in the poorest of regions and the wealthiest of communities as if a child is a simple commodity, not a living, breathing life. In between there exist the most vilest of the child trade for sex, work and any other whim an entitled person might feel to any other thing on the market place to be bartered over as if it were a trinket in the world’s largest flea market. I grew up an adopted person amidst these images and one pondering what made me so fortunate to get the luck of the draw, ending up with upper, middle-class, phenomenal parents through a Los Angeles Superior Court County Adoption, is a tale of randomness in the extreme.
Lectori Salutem! or L.S. (Greetings to the Reader!)
This next subject is as universal as the human experience and spreads throughout the world in many different forms, both legal and illegal, friendly and stolen, and in the mere disappearance of one child and unannounced appearance of another – no questions asked. There are so many other on the black market and simply sold children for economic reasons in the poorest of regions and the wealthiest of communities as if a child is a simple commodity, not a living, breathing life. In between there exist the most vilest of the child trade for sex, work and any other whim an entitled person might feel to any other thing on the market place to be bartered over as if it were a trinket in the world’s largest flea market. I grew up an adopted person amidst these images and one pondering what made me so fortunate to get the luck of the draw, ending up with upper, middle-class, phenomenal parents through a Los Angeles Superior Court County Adoption, is a tale of randomness in the extreme.
Monday, March 8, 2010
Sappho Speaks: The Gift Of A Real Friend
What Would Sappho Say?
Lectori Salutem! or L.S. (Greetings to the Reader!)
There were days that strung into weeks, maybe years where I had convinced myself that all I needed was me, myself, I. I would occasionally let people in only to be reminded that the gift of friendship always came with a steep price, especially for me as I opened the door so wide after going without the gentle breeze of human intimacies for so long that I was easy prey for my so-called friends. It may not happen after a month, or six, sometimes not even a year, but sooner or later the hammer dropped and something was stolen from me – both materialistically and emotionally and I would retreat back into myself, promising never to let anyone close again. What a fool’s oath! We do all need each other in the end but bonds of trust are living, breathing things.
No matter how smart, how covered in armor, how guarded you are, the human condition longs for companionship and a persistent and smarmy individual can say all the right things, first standing on your side against the evils of human nature and then penetrating your shields with that agreeable personality. Before you know it, you have trusted again and with the worst kind of person. Oh you’ll feel better that someone understands your fears at first until it’s too late and you realize he or she is taking in all your words to use against you in the end.
Do I sound a bit paranoid? Get the feeling I think the worst of everyone now? No, it’s just the opposite and that is why I have to make this conscious effort to put up my guard and watch out for those among us that are the bad apples. Those that don’t believe it’s wrong to put yourself in the position to feel responsible for you. Those that would walk away if they totaled your car and had no means of fixing it instead of waiting to find out you were not going to sue them or something. They were your friend. You would work it out. Those that always kept score of who paid when it was your turn as you went out to dinner but conveniently forgot the $400 they owed you.
Lectori Salutem! or L.S. (Greetings to the Reader!)
There were days that strung into weeks, maybe years where I had convinced myself that all I needed was me, myself, I. I would occasionally let people in only to be reminded that the gift of friendship always came with a steep price, especially for me as I opened the door so wide after going without the gentle breeze of human intimacies for so long that I was easy prey for my so-called friends. It may not happen after a month, or six, sometimes not even a year, but sooner or later the hammer dropped and something was stolen from me – both materialistically and emotionally and I would retreat back into myself, promising never to let anyone close again. What a fool’s oath! We do all need each other in the end but bonds of trust are living, breathing things.
No matter how smart, how covered in armor, how guarded you are, the human condition longs for companionship and a persistent and smarmy individual can say all the right things, first standing on your side against the evils of human nature and then penetrating your shields with that agreeable personality. Before you know it, you have trusted again and with the worst kind of person. Oh you’ll feel better that someone understands your fears at first until it’s too late and you realize he or she is taking in all your words to use against you in the end.
Do I sound a bit paranoid? Get the feeling I think the worst of everyone now? No, it’s just the opposite and that is why I have to make this conscious effort to put up my guard and watch out for those among us that are the bad apples. Those that don’t believe it’s wrong to put yourself in the position to feel responsible for you. Those that would walk away if they totaled your car and had no means of fixing it instead of waiting to find out you were not going to sue them or something. They were your friend. You would work it out. Those that always kept score of who paid when it was your turn as you went out to dinner but conveniently forgot the $400 they owed you.
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