~Living a life of sophisticated domestication deep in the heart of Texas~

Sunday, September 10, 2017

Like so many evangelical Buddhists, I was born in Brownwood and grew up in San Angelo.  When I first moved to Abilene 30 years ago, the local paper carried stories of a town awash in church culture and creationism, and I saw at once that I had been called here, yes and summoned. I got busy writing letters to the editor about evolution, and offering occasional rebuttal to the Billy Graham column.

In those days, Christian education mavericks Tommy and Carolyn Walden (Don’t miss their creation “science” Discovery Center at S. 8th and Butternut!) were reportedly expected to appear at all Abilene elementary schools with R.O.D.N.I.E. the religious robot.  

I guess that program had subsided later on, thank goodness, as my son attended K-12.  By middle school I was at least able to find the word “evolution” in his science books, but still many of our community’s science teachers almost certainly fell in the category of skimming past the topic or, worse, making positive mention of creation “science” as though it merited consideration alongside reality.

I don’t know whether the exasperating folly of creationism is presently indulged in AISD classrooms – oh wait, whom am I kidding, of course it is, and twice as much at Wylie and Clyde. 

People have suggested to me that the creation-evolution “debate” is an academic sort of matter, and of no great practical relevance.  I only wish it were so, frankly, now that the consequences of malignant science denial come blowing class 4 and 5, again and again.  But I suppose Texas incurred this sorrow and ruin by not going hard enough on Planned Parenthood and LGBT residents.

Having teamed up with Vladimir Putin and the white supremacist faction to pervert the presidential election, now the cult of creationism is gleefully at work circumventing the “no establishment” promise of the constitution –hoping to fulfill their mad fantasy of a “Christian nation.” How tragic that despisers of intellect and education have prevailed, replacing the worthiest statesman ever to hold the high office with a pretender thereunto, a shameless panderer who’s Christian only in the most hypocritical possible sense. 

To the delight of the crazy fringe that mis-elected him, this villain has of course done his blundering best to dismantle the advances America enjoyed during President Obama’s enlightened administration.

An immediate casualty was environmental protection. Great!  The fake religion Trump pretends to belong to drives an evil initiative to abandon regulation of industry, turning remorseless capitalism loose on a long-mistreated planetary environment.  Such an attitude can be expected to come of the popular doctrine that all this was quickly and easily poofed into existence just recently by One who’s going to come and carry us away to paradise any day now, if we but make ourselves believe a few things that fly in the face of, well, science. 

Mind you, many American churchgoers are not that way at all but have adapted to the news of the century before last and manage to maintain Christian faith that is worthwhile and beneficial.  Apparently they contemplate a God consistent with the actual supreme reality that science and Buddhism have detected. I sure wish those good Christians all the best and hope they overtake the others ASAP. 


Diversity, diversity in faith and philosophy is the treasure of constitutional liberty.  My heart is with the underdog minorities – Pagans such as my wife, and the Atheists and those who self-style on metaphysics in what has been called a new age.  Blessed are they who, in such times as these, stand up for the progressive ethic and resist the machinations of a dysfunctional regime.  May future elections repair and restore America!

Sunday, September 3, 2017

Oh Nine Oh Nine Oh Nine

Shawn and I have more than one anniversary date to celebrate, having online documented  inaugural moments like the first “I love you” and marking a romantic milestone with Will You Marry Me Day.  Our public wedding was in 2010, as some friends hopefully recall.  Interestingly enough, that date of October 23 is also the wedding anniversary celebrated by Shawn’s first and second best friends in her life – to us, just another numerologic coincidence phenomenon.  I suspect things like that are planned or consented to in past lives.

But prior to our tying the knot at MCM Elegante that blessedly rainy day, we had already had a private ceremony elopement-style at heartily-recommended Star of Texas Bed and Breakfast in Brownwod TX.  

Okay, we got a little wedding-crazy, it’s true.  There were actually 3 ceremonies in all, the first being an informal or what used to be called “common-law” proceeding at the Taylor County Courthouse to culminate our shacking-up period, as we are the hip, progressive sort.

The enchanted and spiritual outdoor private BnB ceremony was at a time marked celestially, starting at nine seconds past 9:09 a.m., 09/09/09 C.E.  The date and time are so mystically agreeable that we decided to consider Sept 9 our “actual” Wedding Anniversary, when theoretically I spring for multiple dozens of roses, limo, etc.

I recall Shawn’s radiance that day, cool bare feet and Sheep May Safely Graze, champagne and cheesecake to follow.


Happy Anniversary, Sweetie, and many more to us.

Saturday, August 19, 2017

These days...

...it seems like I'm never sure things will be as I expect.  Things are going along fine, as far as I am concerned, but then in a flash it's all turned upside down, spilled out and stomped on.  Whew.   My day.  Week.  Life.

This photo spoke to me.  I can imagine my life being filled with shadows and dark, mysterious places that hold the frayed bits of memory of days long gone.

Back then, did I appreciate how simple life was?  Was I aware of the beauty and kindness of those dear people who cared about me and loved me?  Did I know how soon so many would be passing from sight, crossing The River into their next existence, having been "promoted" (according to one of the dearest of all)?



The colored light reminds me that those were pretty easy days shared with great people.  

It's a blessing to have family and friends at hand, and it's time well spent and never wasted when one can be with people who genuinely care.

Shawn
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Wednesday, August 2, 2017

What was I thinking?

Right now, I could probably write for miles.

I won't.  I've erased much of what was posted here and will spare you everything but this hello.

I like this picture that my nephew E said I could use.  See how it matches?  :)

Have a wonderful rest of your week!!

Shawn
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Sunday, July 30, 2017

I kinda wish we'd...

...have skipped July altogether.

You know, try as you might, your attempt at keeping an even keel (what is that, anyway?) and wanting a normal routine,  peaceable coexistence at home with everybody on the same page and heading the same direction can be flat-out ruined when it's not, shall we say, important to all interested (or disinterested) parties.

I know.  That was the longest run-on sentence and it just barely makes sense.

I am currently at a crossroads.  Continue with how things are, or....what?  Answers are elusive.  I can't do any more changing in the attempt at pleasing when there is no pleasing to be had.  That half-full cup is always half empty, you know.

This all might seem pretty vague to you, but you'll just have to read between the lines or disregard.  I'm pretty sure that any speculation as to what may or may not be going on with me would pale next to the reality.

I know, many say that God is good all the time, and that's nice.  Others have more serious things with which to deal, and perhaps I can "endure."  Someday I might tell you why I dislike the word "endure."

So, this is me, feeling kinda blue and bewildered.  

Cheers (eyeroll)

Shawn
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Saturday, June 24, 2017

I'm awake...

...and I'm mad.

Good manners.  It's always been important to me to remember the little ditty my mother (the one who reared me, not the bio mother who deserted me without ever looking at me) ---anyway--the little ditty my mother basically branded on my fanny:

We love you, and we want other people to love you, too.

What that meant was this:  Always be polite and use your best manners and people will love you, or like you, or at least enjoy your company, or at worst tolerate your presence.

Do you know what?  Not necessarily so.   HAH.

It has come to my attention that I can do all the right things and be as proper and polite as can be and say "please" and "thank you" and make sure the person with whom I deal or am depending on for help and am causing inconvenience knows how much I appreciate it....and BAM!!!!  It backfires.

Have I been duped?  Good manners are considered to be "pretentiousness." Is that even a word?  My attempt to show gratitude (which has been genuine, by the way) has been basically flung back in my face.

It's beginning to dawn on me that some of the words I heard and took to be concern and care might have been something else.  In other words, I've been giving credit where it wasn't necessarily due.

Lesson to me:  Get real.  Quit being a sap.  Sometimes people aren't as noble as you'd like them to be.  Or need them to be.

In the middle of the night, Texas time.

Shawn
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Sunday, June 11, 2017

June sneaked up on me and...

...you wouldn't believe what's been going on at the Love Shack.

Earlier today I heard someone say that it wasn't a good idea to let yesterday's disappointments dictate tomorrow's decisions.

Or something like that.

Anyway, it gave me something to consider.  I have lots of time on my hands these days to do plenty of thinking, and I'm starting to wonder if that's a good idea.  I used to not mind alone time and enjoyed my own company, but that was when everything I loved doing was close by and I was being creative and doing just what I pleased, pretty much.  Other people were near by who shared the same interests and appreciated my gardening or efforts in the kitchen.  The antique dealers liked to see me coming because they'd obtained items with me in mind and I could be separated from my $$ pretty easily- haha!  Now the alone time is something I do not enjoy.  At all.

I think what I started to say was that rather than doing some of the things I love to do, I've been limited (for various reasons) to just thinking about them.  I can reminisce, wonder how to do them here in a totally different world (or so it seems to me) or plan on a future that seems far off in the distance.

Whatever happens, I am going to try and not let the past negatives have such an effect on the potential future.

Toodles!!

Shawn
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Thursday, May 11, 2017

Catching up with May...

...Whew!!

Thankfully, a blog reader left a comment which I stopped by to answer, or I may not have ever gotten something said in May.

I really don't know what to say, other than lately my stress level has been stuck at "whiny" much of the time.  Things will get pretty excruciating over the next month or so, and then we should be able to breathe deeply and feel it's safe to peek out from under the sheet on most mornings.  I know I'm being somewhat vague, so will just drop a clue when I say "Oh, did you hear about the couple who sued their bank?"  Boyhowdy,

We're going to manage just fine, thanks.  I'll be back soon and have something to say.  Maybe something actually meaningful.

Good evening!

Shawn
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Monday, April 10, 2017

FB trolls be advised: We support compassionate interventions in Syria, even when conceived by the likes of Trump

I'm no Trump fan, but I care about the Syrian population's plight and would be ashamed if we, the USA, sat on our hands and still did nothing to retaliate against the use of gas by the Syrian government on its own people.

If you want to moan and groan about Trump "starting a war" or distracting from XYZ, then go ahead, but I won't be agreeing much with anyone who's not had word one to say about those who've lost everything and everyone, just because they had the misfortune to dwell in a country that is being systematically destroyed by the monster at the top.

You who are disgusted and wish to complain about the USA doing something to put its foot down and shake its saber at Syria's corrupt leader are entitled to your opinions, but until you've watched the news, seen the videos, been FB friended by people who live in that hellish situation, please just hold your tater when passing near my newsfeed. I beg your pardon, but—

--it appears my Irish is a bit up at the mo

Shawn
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Saturday, April 8, 2017

Just fell into 'a day late...'

...and a dollar short, as they say.  The 7th was the anniversary of my Mama's death back in 2000 and this meme states her attitude in a great way.  She truly had it down, being grateful along the way.  ;)

Me?  Still working on that.

Shawn
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Saturday, March 18, 2017

It's been the worst day ever for me...

...but I think I'll just post this.


Shawn
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Thursday, February 23, 2017

The big question...

...the other day was asking what you'd tell your younger self.  You know, the words of wisdom that you'd share with the younger you that would make your life so much nicer.

I questioned myself and came up with the "don't throw away those letters or pictures" and "be more forthcoming in your journal and keep it up."  I think really there must be a journal's worth of good ideas that the younger me would have been able to use, had the younger me been so inclined.

Meanwhile, this picture says it all.

Shawn
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Friday, February 3, 2017

Happy Birthday, Grandma...



I wish for you all the lady luncheon style shows, shopping sprees to Seattle, Frango chocolates, designer linens, Finnware, Best Sellers, camellia and rhody bouquets, pastries and plain cake donuts, pots of coffee, meat market sausages on a string, lime molded salads and finger sandwiches you shared with me. Annual holiday shopping trips to Seattle to see what color Frederick's and The Bon would do and visits to Santa were a delight to me. Coming home with something new to show Grandpa, the giant shopping bags and Christmas Carolers singing were the stuff of my dreams.


You didn't know how much your kindnesses to others and trips to the library and historical museum would stick with me. It meant a lot that you didn't tire of going downstairs to see Ezra Meeker's covered wagon and the mummy every single time we visited.

You didn't know that the trips you took to far away places inspired me to do the same, and your letters meant the worlds to me.

You couldn't imagine that your baby picture would hang on our bedroom wall in Texas, but it does.

Thanks a million, as you'd say.

Shawn
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Monday, January 23, 2017

Friday, January 20, 2017

In the early morning hours...

...of Inauguration Day, I'm thinking about the last 8 years and all the hope and dreams.
Are they yet to be fulfilled?  Were they lost?  Did I just up and hand them over to someone else who didn't want to be my dream keeper?

Over share them?

Where are they now?  Gone?  Or just on hold?

Shawn
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