Sunday, January 13, 2008
A Glass Orb With A Mustard Seed
RRN wrote in my comment section on Friday:
"Somewhere on someone else's page I read a comment referring to your blog as " Tits and ass." I would wonder what your thoughts on that were. I don't ever chose to view people by their ass....or any other body part. I find people who do to be sadly missing so much more. We all have asses....so what. Unfortunately....Not all of us have the substance of depth and character. Whatever.I liked this post quite a lot."
I liked this comment and decided that it would serve nicely as my subject today. Thanks for writing, RRN!
We live in a fallen world. At least that's what Brother Buddy used to tell us in the storefront Baptist church I once attended, a place that morphed into the back of a Stop and Go convenience store when money for the rent ran out. The places themselves hot as Hades, the world around me pretty fallen. Even so, I loved it. Despite all the sadness, poverty, and desperation I saw around me, the beauty always trumped it. My mother had a necklace that had a glass orb with a mustard seed suspended in it and would let me wear it whenever I got anxious which was quite a lot. I still have that necklace and if I am not a person particularly blessed with an overabundance of faith, I have the faith that God can give me faith when I need it.
So much is seen by the scrims we choose. I know I offend some people with my presentation, ideas, and everything else. Do I care? Not really. Having spent so much of my life trying to please other people like women are taught to do, I have stopped. As for my blog being tits and ass, I could see that as a complement or more likely an insult, but while I do have an ass, my breasts are so small one would have to take out a magnifying glass to really get a good view. I don't doctor the photos in any way: what you see is what you get. My detractors enjoy using this aspect against me because it's easy -- far easier to take someone to task for using their body than their mind, for being a woman, for being (gasp) a sexual being, and for having the audacity to use herself as a kind of art. As for substance, I try hard -- sometimes it works, sometimes it's fluff. But the attempt is all. That's the essence of faith in our fallen world -- that we try things, some doomed to failure, hoping that we have moments of grace and can share those with others. There's an old joke I like -- about two boys, one who gets a pony for Christmas and immediately says, There's a pony, must be some shit in here and the other boy who gets a stable of manure and says, There's some shit -- must be a pony in here! I'm the latter boy, of course, and keep hoping to see the horses no matter what.
Michelle's Spell of the Day
"Nothing is ever simple. What do you do when you discover you like parts of the role you're trying to escape?" Marilyn French
Drinking novel suggestion: The Patron Saint of Liars Ann Patchett
Benedictions and Maledictions