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Thursday, July 29th, 2010

SPCA in New Zealand on their Facebook page posted this cute cupcake photo for a competition fundraiser they were doing. I had to show you.
Isn’t it cute? They have a Cupcake Day.
And so important to support them in their goal of protecting and finding homes for animals.
They also had this picture of flower dogs!
Anyway please support animal protection societies!
This is the Facebook page for their petfood range in New Zealand.

Faith should not hurt others

Thursday, July 29th, 2010

I guess what I want to say today is that people seem to be frightened of faith, either of faith in others or of trying to have faith themselves. But faith is supposed to change a person and improve their character. It is not to be feared.
When people with strong belief do wrong i.e; terrorists and dictators who oppress weaker people, we should not blame their religion. It is their strong drive to control, their belief in themselves above all else that is the problem, not their faith.
People like that often use their religion as an excuse to do wrong. That is evil. People do not like the word ‘evil’ or the word ’sin’. But those things are just words people have used in the past to sum up ‘bad things/deeds’. We do not have to be afraid of words, but rather try to understand the real meaning behind them and not just get annoyed because they are over-used. Words that are over-used become meaningless. I dislike the word ‘religion’ because of what it carries. I also dislike the word ‘crusade’ because of the horror of the Crusades. However if you ignore all of the history attached to these two words, then they become merely words again. They do not have to invoke horror or anger.
I want to become a genuinely better person. My faith is helping me to do that.
I think that most humans have the drive to improve somehow and in some way. That is why we try to work to get money and buy things, or we try to learn and study, or we get married. We want to become better or find meaning. Some people find meaning in their job or their role in their family. Some find meaning in food. Some in study or achievement. I want to find my meaning mostly in my faith because if I allow my faith to seep into all aspects of my life, then it will hold me together. If my faith changes me, then I will work better, treat people better, love my family without selfishness or favouring one person, and I will enjoy what I read, what I eat, what I watch on tv. I will get more out of my life that way. If I were going to try to tell someone about my faith, that is what I would like to say. I think that is important. A full life. Anyway, I was just thinking about this because it is the time of day when my mind starts to think about these types of things.
Well, I might go and have a cup of tea.
Speaking of tea, and unrelated to faith at present…
I have been reading the Indigo Teashop mystery series by Laura Childs. So interesting! I love tea. I actually like her recipes and descriptions of tea slightly more than the murder mysteries. But she blends both well enough to be palatable (haha puns). So far my favourite book is ‘The Jasmine Moon Murder’.
Well gtg. Have a great day, y’all!

One of my favourite poems.

Thursday, July 29th, 2010

Stanzas Of The Soul
By St John of the Cross

1. One dark night,
fired with love’s urgent longings
- ah, the sheer grace! -
I went out unseen,
my house being now all stilled.

2. In darkness, and secure,
by the secret ladder, disguised,
- ah, the sheer grace! -
in darkness and concealment,
my house being now all stilled.

3. On that glad night,
in secret, for no one saw me,
nor did I look at anything,
with no other light or guide
than the one that burned in my heart.

4. This guided me
more surely than the light of noon
to where he was awaiting me
- him I knew so well -
there in a place where no one appeared.

5. O guiding night!
O night more lovely than the dawn!
O night that has united
the Lover with his beloved,
transforming the beloved in her Lover.

6. Upon my flowering breast
which I kept wholly for him alone,
there he lay sleeping,
and I caressing him
there in a breeze from the fanning cedars.

7. When the breeze blew from the turret,
as I parted his hair,
it wounded my neck
with its gentle hand,
suspending all my senses.

8. I abandoned and forgot myself,
laying my face on my Beloved;
all things ceased; I went out from myself,
leaving my cares
forgotten among the lilies.

I love this poem because it speaks to my heart. He was Spanish I think, this priest, and is greatly loved. He was a loyal lifelong friend of St Teresa the mystic nun. He was also a mystic. I am not at all naturally the mystic type, my main mystic leanings are toward food worship, but I appreciate the depth of love and other emotions which the mystic believer attempts to describe. They are deep meditators and very serious about their beliefs. Most of the mystic writings which I have perused are written by Roman Catholics. However some Protestants are also interested in this branch of meditative faith, and some have written similarly to their RC siblings. I think another translation of this poem which I have seen contains this phrase; ‘Ah, my soul’s delight!’ That also spoke to me. However it may have been from another poem.

Cute! A Zonkey! Or Zedonk…

Thursday, July 29th, 2010
Check this out. The picture is so cute, I will post it below.
Image is copyright to the original photographer, possb Gainsville Times?

Sorry I haven’t been on much

Saturday, July 24th, 2010

I haven’t been on sanriotown much lately. I have been busy with my part-time job.
I probably won’t go on too much for a while but I will keep checking up.