Religion - to psychic or not

Interesting how the Bible is interpreted. So my niece asks me for the name of a psychic. I give her one. Then I share with another friend that I did that and the debate began.

"You can't do that. It's against what the Bible teaches!", she asserts. I am confounded. "How is it against God?", I ask. "It's all throughout the Bible about false prophets and divination.", she replies.

Doubt sets in. My father always said that the Bible is a book that man is interpreting and my interpretation is just as valid as another man. That's why I read/study and search for answers.

I think some things are interpreted to suit whatever teachings a particular church has or sometimes are interpreted out of fear. Fear of things they cannot explain logically or of things they don't understand.

Do I understand why my friend sees and hears dead people? No I don't.
Do I think she is crazy?  No. I don't.
Do I think she is faking?  No I don't.
Do I think she sees/hears dead people? I think she does.

She gets messages from them and passes them along. Believe it or not!

Another friend lights incense and candles, calms her mind and opens herself up to hear. Another friend lights candles and reads tarot cards.

I consider the gifts that my friends have as being from God. They do not prophesy about God, they prophesy about me. About what might happen in my future. Not one psychic has ever tried to convert me to follow another god or believe anything else.

So I opened my Bible, looked under topical "curiosity", and found this:
'"If a prophet, or one who foretells by dreams, appears among you and announces to you a miraculous sign or wonder, and if the sign or wonder of which he has spoken takes place, AND he says "Let us now follow other Gods (gods you have not known) and let us worship them" you must not listen to the words of that prophet or dreamer."' Deuteronomy 13:1-3

No psychic I've ever been to has ever told me or led me to believe in another god. So someone out there is interpreting that if they can tell the future they are evil. Their messages are evil.  Really?

Well according to the Bible. Yes.

"I will set my face against the person who turns to mediums and spiritists to prostitute himself by following them, and will cut them off from his people."  "A man or woman who is a medium or spiritist among you must be put to death. You are to stone them, their blood will be on their own heads." Leviticus 20: 6, 27


I've found my answer and once again I don't like it. I'm reminded about the last time I heard something in a sermon that did not sit well with my beliefs. I told God that I needed an answer and not "because I said so" wouldn't suffice.


A few days later as I was walking the dogs, talking to God, and crying about this, I heard God say to me, "I never said you would like it."


Well just so you know Lord, I don't like this one either.  I'm adding it to my list of questions when I see you.

It's the small things...

So here I am.  Dogs at my feet. Potato soup simmering. It's cold outside. Snow has melted from the trees and streets, yet lingers on the lawns like slow release water. Mother Earth has to be happy with a good gentle soaking. Preparing for the long winter ahead.

I am present to the small things.

Like what a difference a ham bone makes in the soup. How leeks add just a hint of mellow onion. That a bay leaf rounds it out. Of course chunks of ham don't hurt either.

Present to how my house feels clean if my bed is made and the sink is empty of dirty dishes.

How I feel organized when I see my towels neatly folded/stacked in the linen closet -- all the folds facing the same direction.

How the light filtering through the leaves makes me smile. Bags of leaves leaning against the back fence waiting to be composted remind me of my garden and how happy I am to plant things and watch them grow. Finding a year end deal on pear trees ($5 each), planting/watering/watching them take hold makes a broad satisfied grin smear across my face.

Or how just a little Baileys in my coffee makes it seem all the more special. Making my own Baileys, loading up pint jars, putting a ribbon with a personal note on each jar, and anticipating the look in people's eye when they get a coveted jar warms me.

Finding the perfect under $10 gift for a family member, secret sister, or friend. Baking my shortbread cookies, drizzling them with mint chocolate, and sprinkling them with chopped walnuts. Packaging them in clear cellophane bags, tying them up with ribbon, and hot gluing an acorn to each is so satisfying.

Writing a letter on pretty paper. Noticing how the ink glides across the page.  Sharing my thoughts with my friends. Getting a card or letter in the mail -- pure heaven.

Yes it's the small things. How each time I pass Jack (my cattle dog/lab mix) he licks my foot. It's like he's saying I love you each time I pass and, even though I don't particularly like it, I am reminded of his unconditional love.

How each time we go to bed, my hubby brings me a fresh glass of water. Or how when I pass him, he reaches for me and demands a hug. Yes, it's the small things that make a big life!

Numbing out and nails.

Escaping from what? My thoughts? My fears? I think I've just held on for long enough and need a break. A break from all that crap that runs around in my mind.  Actually there isn't much running about in my mind, right now.

I think all the food has finally done the trick. The banana this morning, then two pieces of cinnamon toast, then the leftover potato chips, about a dozen chocolate chip cookies, and a half gallon of butter pecan ice cream. Then I guzzled tonic water -- love the bitter taste.

I'm in Salt Lake City house sitting for some friends who are in Hawaii. They have two sweet dogs -- Kelly and Max. They also have two cats -- Grady and Micki Blue Eyes. All animals seem to be adjusting to their parents being gone.

It's a beautiful day outside. Bright blue, 50 degrees, sun shining. Dogs are lounging on the lawn. Kitty cats are sleeping in their beds. I'm blogging. I did do my nails -- right after I chewed them off. They are now a uniform shape and have a coat of clear polish. They'll grow out nicely. Wonder what I was nervous about when I chewed them off?

Speaking of nails, yesterday I gave a good friend a pedicure. Then his Mother exhibited signs of jealousy (his interpretation). Interesting familial relationships. We read people we know like books. The problem with books (I adore them by the way) is that they are open to interpretation and imagination. We imagine the words and add to them by associating our memories with them. She's 84 and forgetful. Yesterday she exhibited a willful young side. I offered to give her a pedicure as well. Not so surprisingly her mood shifted.

I used to give my mother manicures and pedicures. Older people don't take good care of their feet or skin. I think it's because they can't see that well or reach their feet. It's amazing what a little pampering will do for one's mood. She was exhilarated afterward. Her nails were clipped and shaped. Lotion was massaged into her feet and hands. An hour and a half of visiting and she felt special.

I like making people feel special. It's easy when you pay attention. Didn't cost anything but time.

Guilt - Is it really necessary?

So life has gotten in the way the last two days. Really? No!

Life doesn't get in anyone's way. It can't.  We (me) use it as an excuse. I'm really good at that. An expert you might say. I've perfected my technique over the last forty-five years.  I bet I've spent more time practicing excuses than anything else in my life. Not that I've counted or kept track.

Well actually I have kept track the last three days. Primarily because I declared publicly that I would write in this blog every day for a year. Well I did not write yesterday or the day before.

Lots of reasons.

Packing for a trip to Salt Lake City,
attending bible study,
loading horse manure into the truck,
unloading and spreading said horse manure into my garden,
doing laundry,
cleaning the kitchen (doing dishes 4x),
going to the DMV for the third time (ack!),
returning a DVD to a friend,
going to the bank,
cleaning house,
taking my honey to school,
printing boarding passes,
feeding the dogs,
paying the bills,
returning calls,
going to the library and checking out books on Ronald Reagan (I will explain this one another day),
cleaning out the refrigerator

Doesn't it sound like I was busy? I got a lot of things done BUT I did not keep my promise to write. I had time. I watched three hours of Doc Marten streaming on my Mac. I definitely had time. My excuse was that I was running around getting all that done that by the time I got home I deserved a rest. And nothing helps me relax more than watching mindless television. Well that's not true, I could smoke pot (don't do that anymore), drink (don't really enjoy the after affects), eat (my ass does not need anymore padding), or I could write.

Here's a thought -- I could do something productive and honor my word at the same time. Yet, I chose watching a cranky doctor alienate those around him for three hours.  Interesting what I do to escape. The whole time while I was watching the show, I was acutely aware of all the other stuff I had to do. I rationalized that I would get it all done before we left the following day on the airplane. AND I did!

Not without some drama but hey sometimes that drives me to succeed. Just like a good dose of guilt drives me to succeed. So to answer my question, guilt is it really necessary? I say yes. In small doses and applied appropriately -- guilt works.

Now to just not develop it to an art form.

Day 3 - What to Write About?

What do I write about today? It's the third day of my quest to write every day.  What enlightening thing can I share today?

How about that a dear friend of mine - my best friend is on the brink of choosing to become a cloistered nun. Yup. That's right. Cloistered nun.

Cloistered as in no one from the outside can come in. AND She cannot go out. No personal possessions. A life of spiritual devotion and prayer. I am moved to tears when I think about her commitment to the world, to all people, and mostly her commitment to God.

Now let me tell you -- this woman has lived! Lived and loved. Had many adventures -- a lot more than me! I tell you that she has run the gamut from farm girl, to young nun, to lesbian, to funeral planner, to protector of children and more.  She has a zest for life. A boisterous laugh. A huge heart. Lots of opinions. She's made love to more men than me and that's saying something.

She raps. She went from helping people die to helping people live.  Entertained them with her humor. Cried with them over their heartache, their frailties, their vulnerabilities. She's helped hundreds of people (young and old) transform their lives and now she'll pray for all of us. Even the ones she doesn't know. She'll pray and carry on the habit of another nun by sprinkling holy water. My friend won't sprinkle to the four corners of a room but symbolically over a small treasured snow globe of the world. She'll pray for the protection of the world. She'll pray for me and you.

In the meantime, before she officially commits she'll begin letting go of material things. Letting go of her coca cola collection, her Christmas decorations, her dishes, books, artifacts, pictures, plants, her snow globe, and her beloved Molly. Letting go of the need for material things. Letting go of the need for going to the movies, taking a trip anywhere, going camping, watching her nieces/nephews play sports or sing in a recital. No driving. No long phone calls catching up on the events of the day. No more dinners with her sister but dinners with other sisters.

Once she has paid her debts, she'll go in. She says it'll be awhile. But it's already happened. She's committed, she's just not moved in yet. That's all. I can hear it in her voice. Peace, joy, and purpose. A sense of ease and serenity permeates her voice.

She wants to say she's afraid, but fear occurs only with the absence of God. And she knows that God is with her - always. He is with us all.

I am the one who is afraid. I am sad that I will not hear her voice daily. See caller ID with her name. I'll miss not being able to verbally share my life with her, have her hear me, and get her coaching. I'll have to share her with the world. Fortunate world! Wonder what her nun name will be. How fortunate am I to have her on my side?

I will perfect my letter writing. She's a terrible letter writer (well I assume she is since I've never gotten one). Maybe I'll give her self addressed stamped post cards -- the kind my Mom included in my bags when I went to camp. 

Having a good time. Talked to God today. Wish you were here. Love you.

Already broke my promise

Wow, It's only been one day and I've already broken my promise to write in my blog once a day for a year! Congratulations Renee. Well this promises to go the way a lot of my other promises to myself have gone.  Bye bye...

What is it with the level of commitment to a promise I've made to myself? Over the years I've noticed that this is (at least to my current understanding) my weakest area -- keeping promises to myself.

You know those promises like:

"I'm gonna walk every day between now and summer."

"Every time my husband comes home, I promise to stop what I am doing, go to him, welcome him home warmly, and kiss him."


"No more soda for a month, just to see if I can!" 


I promise to cut out fast food for one month!"

"Every time I feed the dogs, I'm gonna pick up dog poop."


"You got a big jug so now put all your change into it for thirty days to see how much money you can save." 


"I'm gonna eat brown rice instead of white from now on!"


"Every day I'm gonna do at least five things on my daily TO DO list."


"Do not ever say one negative word about _______ (fill in the blank) ever again."


"Don't argue with them when they are drunk, it's useless."


"I'm gonna stop eating after 6pm from now on!"


"I can talk on the phone and drive as long as I don't try to dial while I drive!"


"I'm gonna write in my blog once a day for a year to see what shows up and to train myself to write regularly!"


The list of promises occurs as endless right now. Why is it so easy to break promises I've made to myself?  Is it because there is no accountability? Am I trying to impress myself with self discipline?  Doesn't it matter that I've promised? Evidently not!

I feel weak and like a failure -- it's a pervasive feeling that is subtle. Subtle and damaging. This feeling lives just under the feeling of productiveness and success! This one is quieter and lurks in the shadows of my mind. But it's there!  Always there. Waiting.

I'm taking a class right now called Me, Myself and Other Lies I've Told Myself. It's about all those negative thoughts we hold about ourselves. It talks about how our mind is like a closet and each day, like clothes, we choose (subconsciously through years of self training) what thoughts we will cloak ourselves in.

Well tonight I can see that I cloak myself in thoughts of uselessness and that I cannot count on myself to be reliable. Isn't that helpful and empowering?

What's there for me now, is that I got up at 2 am to pee. Saw my computer, was curious to see if I'd received an email about picking up some horse manure tomorrow and that thought led me to open my email (no new emails), read a few stories on MSN (top five dangerous airports in the US, girl gets excited about birthday and Disneyland) and then realized that it was after midnight and I had not written AS PROMISED in my blog!

So the good news is here it is early in the morning on the eve of a very busy day and I am writing in my blog. Better late than never they say. Hey, I'm in training.

First snow

First snow of the season.  Weatherman says one day of really cold.  We were supposed to just get rain.  But there are flakes falling.  Lovely wet flakes.  The ground squeals with delight.  Nurturing moisture.  Earth getting ready for winter.

New habits as a result of winter.  Towels by the back door to wipe mud off dog feet. Air conditioners out of windows and stored away.  Filters out of the heater registers so that the warmth can permeate the house. Windows closed to prevent drafts.

The desire to make soup or bake.  Or both!  Snuggling into my big armchair.  Our first hot chocolate of the season.  Wishing for Baileys.  Worrying about how much snow will fall -- it's early in the season and all the leaves are still on the trees.  Please Lord don't let the trees get weighted down this early.  No broken branches.

Time to put the Fall wreath on the door.  Get some birthday cards ready for mailing. Seems as though a lot of my friends were born in October.  Clearly a good month.

Get the garden ready for winter.  Plant winter rye for fertilizer.  Get some horse manure for yard and compost.  Make this sandy soil rich and ready for veggies next summer.

I've been gone awhile.  Well I'm playing a game called write something every day for a year -- and see what you get.  So here we go!  Thanks for coming along.