August 31, 2011

Aligator Dundee

My friends talked me into staying one more day with them on the Gulf Coast. Hey, another day of the beach, great seafood restaurants and Woodchuck cider was not a difficult sell.

Late in the afternoon we went out to a Wildlife Nature Preserve. The drought was very evident there and we hardly saw any wildlife. Central and southern Texas are very scorched and dry. Very sad.

In the Preserve we only saw a few deer, a couple of raccoons, squirrels and this little guy.

I think we startled him when we walked up. He turned around very quickly and started moving towards us with his mouth open. We quickly moved the opposite direction. He was easily 6 or 7 feet long.

We continued along on our walk a little more aware of creatures in the shadows. Charles found a small log about 4 foot long and about two and half inch diameter, he felt better having something to defend us against mean critters.

Well, we had some liquid courage and he decided we were going to get a picture of the gator, he could poke it to get a really good picture. We found it further back in the trees and we got about 3 feet from it. It had laid down and was no longer in attack mode so I got this picture.

That's about all the excitement I wanted for the day. But at least it was a fun little adventure.

August 29, 2011


Twas the day after Jimmas and all thru the land,
All the hungover drunks were face down in the sand.
Beer bottles were strewn all over the place,
There were even some swim trunks that were sort of 'mis-placed'...

OK, I won't torture y'all anymore.

Yesterday was Shania Twain's birthday too, so in her honor listen to this next video ... but replace the word "woman" with "bottom". When they play this song at the Round Up I sing this word loudly; it makes it funny.

This in no way indicates if I am the "mommy or the daddy" in the privacy of my own bedroom.[evil grin] There is only one way to find that out... and that's in person!

And ssshhhhh... don't sing and type so loud. Some of us are a little hungover today.

August 28, 2011

Something wonderful happened today

You all know this song, just click "play" and listen as you read this.

The day started like any other. I woke up, stretched and yawned. I was awake; all my limbs and senses were working. My heart was beating fine. I'm in great health for a fifty year old guy.

I got out of my soft, warm and comfortable bed. The roof is still over my head; a very nice home too, it meets all my needs and more.

I checked my phone. (A thing I take for granted; a luxury in some parts of the world). I read a few messages from friends and family; people that I love dearly and that love me. People from all over the country too; old friends and new friends. I should never feel alone with great friends like these.

I ate a good breakfast and enjoyed some coffee. I have so much compared to some people in the world. I watched the morning news; I may not agree with politics but I live in a free country and won't be tortured or killed for my lifestyle, beliefs or opinions.

I have a good job and means to support myself; I have insurance and vacation time. Woohoo! I took a deep breath; felt my lung fill with fresh air. I savored the scent and sights of the day.

I have thought back over these last fifty years and I smiled. I have some wonderful memories, some painful ones too, but it's all been a part of life. I haven't expected everyday to be sunny, with perfect weather and the perfect temperature; I appreciate a good thunderstorm. Life is like that too.

I have traveled and seen many parts of the world. I have tried to embrace other cultures, beliefs and ways of thinking. I have lived life with passion. I feel rich from life's experiences.

Here's to FIFTY years! Huzzah!

I know I may have been annoying with all the talk of Jimmas; hopefully it brought a smile to someone's face. I guess this post will end as the familiar old story goes, with my own little twist of course:
Happy Jimmas to all... and to all: "enjoy life!"

August 27, 2011

Holiday celebrations

Jimmas* is just 1 day away! YAY!

I have a great, smart and talented friend named Liz. She really gets my weird sense of humor and finally wrote down the lyrics to some of our favorite Jimmas Carols:

Have a falling down, drunken Jimmas;
It's the best time of the year.
I don't know who will unswallow,
but have a mug of beer.
Have a falling down, drunken Jimmas...

Here's another one she wrote:
Deck the cart with liters of rum; fa la la la la la, la la la la.
Tis the season to be wasted; Fa la la la la la.
Don we now our 'straight curious' apparel; Fa la la la la la, la la la la.
Troll the beach for a dude named Carol; fa la la la la la, la la la la....

I responded with my own:
We three drunks from the Impaler are,
Stumbling around from bar to bar...
Drinking rum with anyone who will buy,
Out underneath the darkening sky...
Oohhh, Oohhh...
Jimmy Ricketts is turning five point Oohhh
Let's just see how far he'll go...
first he's looking, then he's kissing...
Fondling some big bust... Oh no!

(OK, that one has some a few private jokes in it. If you have been reading my blog for a while y'all know our renaissance faire pirate group has a ship we call the Impaler. I wrote about our the crew here.)

As y'all are reading this I will be in Rockport, TX on the beach with Liz and her husband! They call their home: Racapulco. So this is a Jimmas carol I wrote to them before I left Dallas:

You better watch out,
Don't let the keg run dry,
Get the Lambic out,
I'm telling you why...
Jimmy Ricketts is coming to Racapulco!

He's making a drink list,
And checking it twice,
He wants to make sure,
That all the shots are real nice,
Ohhh... Jimmy Ricketts is coming to Racapulco!

Surely the reader of my blog can remember the words to some other favorite Jimmas carols?

Let's see how creative y'all can be.

*Jimmas is like Christmas, but for me!
Jimmas isn't a person... it's a holiday.
One wouldn't say "Oh for Christmas' sake!" would you?

August 26, 2011

All my faults

I've been having more of those moments of seeing only my faults when I look in the mirror. I don't look at the man; my eye zeros in on one or two areas that I don't like about myself, and that's all I see.

How does one break themselves of this habit? I have been giving this a lot of thought and have a few ideas running around my head.

No one is perfect. As I look at someone I don't immediately look at something that I think is a flaw; I look at the person as a whole. Everyone is a unique individual and are interesting in a way that no one else is. I wouldn't judge a person harshly because of one particular thing... I hope that no one does that or thinks it's OK to pick on some perceived flaw in a person.

Some might say that they do this; that it's only good-natured ribbing of a friend. But you never know when it could be touching a sore spot in that person. If they ask or tell you to stop, please respect it.

I am not fishing for compliments, I seriously only see my faults. How can I get over that? Maybe I have believed my older siblings when they teased me. And the kids in high school who teased me about being gay. Maybe I still believe what people said to me in jest. I know I have to love and respect myself to be able to appreciate me, just the way I am today. Just as I shouldn't judge others, I shouldn't judge myself.

Does anyone have any other suggestions on how I can not be my own worst critic?

August 25, 2011

Favorite Music

I heard this song on the radio the other day and I love it. Had to get out my Shazam app on the iJim4. I first thought it was Michael Franks. But no, it's Fleetwood Mac!

The funny thing is that it isn't available on iTunes. *sad face*

August 23, 2011

Serious Addiction

The first step is admitting you have a problem.

I didn't realized how addicted I was to something until I ran out of it the other day.

I was driving to work and out of habit, I reached into the cubbyhole between the seats in my vehicle. I grasped the familiar tube and twisted off the top. Without giving it a second thought I puckered my lips and brought the tube to meet my gentle kiss.

Nothing there?
A rough, almost sharp edge is what I felt instead of the smooth brush of oils and lanolin. I couldn't believe it! How could this happen? What was I going to do?

My heartbeat quickened. Fear and panic arouse in my chest. Could it be? Could I really be out of chapstick? NNNOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

I couldn't get to work fast enough. I knew I had a tube of it at my desk. I practically ran; I was so dry, so parched... my lips were crying out for some relief. The Sahara Desert at least has an occasional oasis. These... things... on my face were dry and needed relief. Sandpaper was smoother than these dried out crusty projections!

Again my fingers felt the solid tube; I caught a whiff of the familiar scent. I licked my lips in anticipation and slightly puckered. My kiss was returned with a soft touch... as soft as silk. It lingered there, my body savoring the moment. A slight back and forth motion across my lower lip sent chills up my spine. I pulled my lips in, moved them back and forth and only then did I relax. A few light brush strokes across my upper lip and a small amount in the corners of my mouth brought a smile to my face. I again had moistness where once there was just a barren landscape.

I brought my fingertip to my lips for one final stroke which ended the ritual and my heart was glad. It then hit me. I was addicted.

How long have I been like this? How many times has someone watched me go through this ritual? How often has a friend seen my getting me getting my fix, said nothing and just walked away, shaking their head saying: "that guy is sure addicted to that stuff!"

I put the tube down. I moved it away out of my sight. I vowed to not look at it again. No matter how dry my lips became I would beat this addiction. I got busy with the activities of the day without even thinking about my now soft and supple lips. It wasn't until I came back from lunch when, out of habit, I reached for the tube of evil once again.

"No!" I told myself, "I wasn't going to do this again". But... my lips ached for some relief. "OK, just one more time. I swear I'll quit tomorrow." I thought. Really I will.

On the way home as I stopped at the grocery store, there it was... a brand new tube, conveniently placed right at the checkout stand. I quietly slipped one onto the conveyor belt and watched as the cashier rang up my items. I lost sight of it as she slipped it into the bag. I tried not to panic for I knew I would find it again once I got into the privacy of my own vehicle and behind tinted windows.

Even as I'm writing this I feel my lips cry out for moisture. They're parched and cracked and no one will know. Excuse me while I go out to get my fix.

August 21, 2011

Missed Manners

Miss Manners is an advice column which is carried in more than 200 newspapers worldwide, in which Judith Martin (the writer of the column) answers etiquette questions contributed by her readers and writes short essays on problems of manners, or clarifies the essential qualities of politeness. Here are questions and answers found in the Washington Post.

Have people today forgotten about manners, etiquette and politeness? In the online community we live in, where we are just sitting in front of out computer screens instead of in front of an actual person; do we forget that manners still apply? Or do we think we can say anything we want, no matter how rude or sarcastic because we hide behind a certain anonymity? We may have some personal information and the best pictures of ourselves online, but that is not the person we really are.

People are no longer polite when driving! It seems to me that people are more and more aggressive on the roads. I think it's that anonymity again. The cities we live in no one knows our cars and therefore we think we can be rude and aggressive and get away with it.

I even see this more and more in person too. I increasingly see people being rude or obnoxious to a stranger or making some downgrading remark about someone even when the person is within hearing range. I am amazed at how rude some people are!

Have y'all thought about this? Have y'all noticed how rude people can be? I know some may say it's just funny sarcasm, but I'd rather people just be genuine and be nice!

August 17, 2011

This is my final answer!

It's been fun answering all the questions asked of me. Now it's time for my final answers. One from Mike and one from Cubby.

Mike - Q: My sister and her girls have become Mormons - they seem OK but I'm not that certain they will always be that way . . . should I worry?
A: No, there are a lot of good people who are Mormons. I think that if she knows and loves you she won't be affected by the rhetoric against gays. Just hope that she doesn't turn into a uber-zealot Mormon, then just kindly remind her that if she wants to be in your life she has to respect you.

Cubby - Q: When was the last time you shot over your head?
A: Cubby, it was July 9, 2011. I was visiting with my friends that live near Austin and I was a little drunk and wanted to show off....

You want to see a picture?

Bet y'all didn't know I was so redneck, did ya?

August 16, 2011

As to your Qs

Today I'll answer Buddy Bear's questions:

Q: What can you tell us about your best friend that you've had the longest time?
A: Out of my graduating class of 30 there were about half that had gone all the way from kindergarten through our senior year together. I still keep in contact with about 3 of them, all are dear friends. One in particular shares my love of renaissance history and reading.

Q: Do you know any Mormon friends/acquaintances back in Utah who you suspect are married and closeted?
A: I know of two friends that are closeted. Utah has many married closeted men! I try not to speculate about my friends, I don't want to think like some gay men and interpret friendship as something other than that. If someone is friendly I don't think that the guy is secretly "into me". I may have an inkling, but I'll just leave it at that. There are many shades of gray between the black and white of gay and straight. One slight shade away from black (or white) does not make a guy gay.

Q: Were you ever secretly infatuated with a guy when you were a teenager? Can you tell us about it?
A: Not really. I was teased in junior high and high school about being gay. Because of this I was very aware of who I looked sideways at, I could not afford to be caught ogling anyone, although I still probably did. If there was a hint of something I was bullied even more. I might have checked things out in the locker room, but never had a crush on someone who would ever pick on me! A few weeks ago I talked about a crush I had on a teacher. I also had a crush on two of the coaches too.

Q: Does anyone in your workplace know about you blog?
A: A few coworkers know about my blog. A few read (past tense) it for a while. I don't hide the fact that I write a blog, but I certainly don't advertise it either.

Q: Do you like to cuddle?
A: Yes! Very much so!

August 14, 2011

The Answers are in the cards - Part 4

Today I'll answer several peoples questions about how I got into Tarot cards.

Erik asked:
Tell me about the tarot. How did you come to it? And why?
And growing up Mormon, how do they feel about the tarot?

Buddy Bear asked:
How did you learn about Tarot?

The Tarot:
One can google tarot cards and their meanings, so I won't go into their history at all, these questions are about what interested me in them.

Ever since I was very young and started playing regular card games I knew there was some different meaning behind them than "just playing cards". My parent were reluctant to let us even play with them as they believed they were evil somehow. This is probably what piqued my interest in them.

I really don't remember when I first ever saw a real tarot deck but sometime in the last decade I became interested in them and researched them on the internet. I know a lot of people that attend the renaissance faires like I do are more earthy in their spirituality than the mainstream Christians. Also, in my own spiritual journey past Christianity, in looking at other world religions, I remembered back to my interest in nature and the natural changing of the seasons. The more I researched and read about Pagans, the more true it rang to me. I also realized that I have good intuition, call it "gut instincts" if you will.

One day I was looking at a catalog of renaissance items and saw a Druid themed tarot card deck. I ordered it and really love reading the book about the cards and their meanings. Each tarot card is full of symbols and meanings, from the numerology aspect, astrology aspect and from nature and Paganism beliefs. I absolutely love the rich symbolism and meanings found in the deck and also how they can be different in a spread or reading. The cards can have slightly different meanings if they're by or across from another card. Learning all this has really helped me in a new spiritual journey in discovering what rings true to me.

This thinking and spiritual quest fits in nicely with the basics that I learned growing up Mormon. Mormon's have a lot of symbolism in their religion, mostly Freemason symbols in their temples and in the temple ceremonies. Some of the symbols are also sewn into the temple garments (the special Mormon underwear). Mormons also believe in divination, through their local church leaders and a man who is called to a lifetime calling of Patriarch who bestows a "patriarchal blessings" on worthy church members.

So, here is my thinking: Mormons believe they have the sole, exclusive rights to divination. Period. End of story. I believe they don't. Everyone is entitled to their own beliefs. So whether I get my inspiration from a deck of tarot cards or from a corporation (that's what the Mormon Church is)... If it helps me on a spiritual journey, then it's all good. But Mormons think the tarot is evil and it's best to stay away from it.

This is what interests me about a tarot card reading: why was it that these cards were laid down in this arrangement from the deck of 78 cards? Was it random or was it meant to truly tell or teach me something? I'm going with the latter. All the readings I have done for myself and others have been amazingly accurate about something going on in my life or the person I was reading for. It has seemed a bit eerie, but I find it fascinating! I have 3 decks now and several books. I do readings for myself several times during the month and for friends whenever they ask.

Hope that answered your questions.

I'll also answer Ur-spo's question here too since I know he's a tarot card enthusiast too.

Dr. Spo asked:
When do we meet?
I think the secret is out that I have a crush on you Dr. Spo. I wish we could have already met and done things that I wouldn't want to talk about here, in such a public forum. But alas, the reality is that I don't have any plans to visit Phoenix soon. Maybe in February next year. I'll let you know if said trip does come to fruition. It would be great to meet another blogger buddy in person! Especially one so handsome and debonair.

August 13, 2011

"Jesus called, Jimmy answered... Awwwwwwwww" - Part 3

That was taken from a quote from the movie Sordid Lives by the way.... LOL

Homer asked:
Q: Red wine or white?
A: White. Red wines are too dry. Riesling is my favorite.

Q: Least favorite vegetable?
A: Hominy and Brussels sprouts. Ew.

Q: Smooth or hairy?
A: Hairy face, hairy chest, hairy butt, hairy legs, hairy knuckles, hairy arms, hairy pits.


August 12, 2011

You want answers? Part 2

Here are some more answers to your questions:
(anne marie in philly style)

Q: What made you start blogging?
A: I've talked before about why I started blogging, but I'll read this as "why on 11/16/08 did I clicked on my first 'publish' button". I had been reading a few blogs for a long time and really enjoyed them. I thought; "I can do this!" and so I started writing a few entries on MySpace's blog area. It took me a few hours, but I finally figured out how blogspot worked. I wrote my first entry and then sent the URL to friends. I now had a profile so I could leave comments on other blogs. With that mouse click I entered the blogosphere.

Q: Who was your first boyfriend?
A: Ken. We met when I lived in Henderson, NV when I was 22 yrs old.

Q: Where was your first kiss?
A: On the lips! :) (hehehe)
When I was living in Pleasant Grove, Utah. I was telling a coworker about how I had just dented my new truck. When I left work there was a note on my windshield. A guy had overheard me talking to my coworker, found a new truck in the parking lot with a dent in it and left me a note with his phone number. I called and he invited me over. About 5 minutes after I got there I got my first kiss. I had kissed a lot of girls in high school and college, but this was the first one from a man and one where fireworks went off.

Q: When did you realize you were gay?
A: I always knew I was different growing up but couldn't pin-point exactly in what way, until I was 8 years old. Mormon kids are baptised when they are 8 years, as they believe at that age a kid can chose for themselves between right and wrong. My dad baptized me (by full immersion) and then we had to go change out of our wet clothes. My friend was also baptized that night by his dad and I wanted to stay in there to watch my friend's dad change. My dad pulled me out of the changing room just seconds before my friend's dad dropped trou. Damn! I almost saw it. I knew then I was gay.

Q: Why don't you come to philly for a visit?
A: I love Philly! I have been there many times. I would love to visit again. Maybe for another Mummers Parade. I will let you know if I plan a trip!

Q: How many blogger buddies have you met in person?
A: I have met 4 people who are on my blogroll. And 3 others who no longer write. (aw *sad face*)

Stay tuned, there are more answers to come....

August 11, 2011

You have questions - I have answers. Part 1

Thanks everyone for your interesting questions. Leave more if you would like.

I will answer all questions!

Nik asked:
Why did you get cold feet? Is there something you wouldn't like to discuss?
How was it growing up gay in your religious environment? Did you manage to explore your sexuality while being there?

I thought I'd start with his questions first since it addressed my deleting the blog entry and then re-posting it.

Q: Why did you get cold feet?
A: I felt unsure if I really wanted to share that much about myself. Sometimes if you reveal too much or something too close to home (or a sore spot) you can end up feeling exposed and vulnerable. I don't like that feeling. But... I can still answer any question with a little humor or a little "nunya business" type of answer if I want, this is my blog after all and I can write what I want to!

Q: Is there something you wouldn't like to discuss?
A: I won't disclose anything that would be asked on a credit application. I also don't like the question that most gay men love to ask or wonder about other gay man. For a lack of better words I'll put it this way; "are you the mommy or the daddy"? Nunya business! Unless we're together and nekkid, then you'll find out for yourself!

Q: How was it growing up gay in your religious environment?
A: Rough! I was continually told that I should be a certain kind of person.
I knew I didn't fit into the mold that everyone expected of me. I did everything I could to change myself. I took my church leader's word that God will change me, then I beat myself up and felt unloved by God when I wasn't miraculously (magically) changed. I denied myself happiness. Mormonism isn't just a religion, it's a way of life. Everything you do has to do with the church. When you finally grow up and move away from family and the restrictions you run wild. I had very low self-esteem, in fact I hated myself.

Q: Did you manage to explore your sexuality while being there?
A: Not until I was over 21 yrs old. I was living in Utah when I had my first experience with a man, but nothing during my two year mission in New Zealand.

I'll talk about the last question more as I answer other questions. I don't want to bore y'all by one super long post.

August 10, 2011

My own private rainbow

During my lunch hour I walk across the street to the Plaza of the Americas building to read. I was really into Les Miz the other day when I noticed things started glowing around me.

Inside the windows at both ends of the atrium in the Plaza are large prisms that refract the afternoon light creating rainbows that move throughout the atrium. One of the rainbows was descending on my table.

I got out my iPrecious and snapped a few pictures. The rainbow slowly moved across the table, onto the wall then drifted off to somewhere else.

I love the bold colors and the abstract look to the pictures.

August 8, 2011

Ask Me Anything

Inspired by Erik I thought I'd take a go at this.

Ask me anything and I'll try my best to answer the questions in a blog post.

In fact, I think I'll steal Erik's same topics: (with a minor change)


Now remember, this isn't a porn blog so you won't get any juicy details on the last topic. But I'll give it a go.

I got very cold feet this afternoon and deleted the entry. But after thinking about it I'll go ahead and post it again.

Ask away...

August 6, 2011

Six on the Sixth

Tom over at My New Life started a new feature that I like and that I may start doing too.

Six things that some may not know about me.
1. I am NOT a competitive person. At all. Sure, I'll try to do my best all the time but I rarely participate in any team sport where I'm out to beat someone at something. I played on the Dallas gay volleyball league for a few years but quit because people took it way too serious. I would often tell them: "in the grand scheme of life, this is only a game! Don't get so worked up about it!"

2. I don't know how to flirt. Sometimes I am very shy and don't say much. At other times I'm too direct and that turns people off. I'm mostly just clueless. So I just try to be myself.

3. I had a major crush on my high school band teacher. I'm afraid I was kind of obvious about it too. Our high school had a pool and we often used it for gym class or class/group parties. I saw this band teacher naked and OMG I was smitten. Once during a band concert we were talking back stage in very close proximity and I'm pretty sure his hand lingered in my private nether regions for about a minute!

4. I avoid confrontations at all costs.

5. I can't stand peanut butter. The thought makes me nauseous. Yuck!

6. I prefer warm weather to cold. I really don't mind the heatwave that we're having in Dallas right now. The other night I really didn't mind being at the outdoor concert when the temperature was 105. If it had been a little chilly I would have been complaining and wanting to leave as soon as I could so I could go get warm.

August 5, 2011

Five on the Fifth

A fun blog challenge created by Steven Chapman:
"Take 5 photographs on the days leading up to the 5th and publish those on your own blog and then add the link to my blog, State of the Nation UK so that others can see your images. "

This month's theme: My Town

Here are my photos:

Entrance out into Dallas from my little corner of it

Guarding a little section in the city of Dallas
(and looking fabulous)

Looking north of downtown from the Sky Lobby of Chase Tower

A fun little place in Dallas

This was my view of the Dallas skyline while I was waiting for an outdoor concert to begin last night.

August 3, 2011


A Mother comes to visit her son, Anthony, for dinner. He lives with his lover, Thomas, however, Anthony's Mother thinks they're room mates.
During the course of the meal, his mother couldn't help but notice how attentive Thomas was to her Anthony.
Over the course of the evening, while watching the two interact, she started to wonder if there was more between Anthony and his roommate than met the eye. Reading his mom's thoughts, Anthony volunteered, "I know what you must be thinking, but I assure you, Thomas and I are just roommates."

About a week later, Thomas came to Anthony saying, "Ever since your mother came to dinner, I've been unable to find the silver sugar bowl. You don't suppose she took it, do you?" "Well, I doubt it, but I'll email her, just to be sure." So he sat down and wrote an email:

Dear Mama,
I'm not saying that you "did" take the sugar bowl from my house; I'm not saying that you "did not" take it. But the fact remains that it has been missing ever since you were here for dinner.

Love, Anthony

Several days later, Anthony received a response email from his Mama which read:

Dear Son,
I'm not saying that you "do" sleep with Thomas, and I'm not saying that you "do not" sleep with him. But the fact remains that if he was sleeping in his OWN bed, he would have found the sugar bowl by now.

Love, Mama

Moral: Never lie to Mama.

Also... I still don't get why men cannot be out to parents! This seems weird to me, unless the parent is ultra religious.

August 2, 2011

August Tarot

Ten of Pentacles - Reversed

The Ten of Pentacles upright is all about Family, Finances and Fulfillment. Reversed means I'm being warned about a possible argument, financial troubles or feeling like I have demands on me and my time.

It may also mean that this month I may become bored. If I lean towards doing nothing I could easily be persuaded to go in the wrong direction. If this sense of boredom increases, it could lead to taking financial or emotional risks. If the risk comes from impatience, then troubles can arise from recklessness or doing things at the wrong moment.

OK, it's time to become self-motivated. I need to... in the heatwave we're experiencing in Dallas it does make me a little lethargic. No "MEH" attitude this month!

August 1, 2011

Happy Lughnasadh

At Lughnasadh, (also known to some as Lammas) the Wheel of the Year begins to shift from growing time to harvest time.
Although temperatures can still be high, the mood and sensation of the year most decidedly changes. This is a time to celebrate the earth and all that it gives us. In our fast food age we don't often think about harvest time and all that goes into the making of the foods that we eat. Corn, grains and fruits are grown somewhere and then processed into the foods we can buy on the grocery shelf.

Has anyone ever thought about why religious people bless their food? Eating is basic to all animals, so why take a moment to stop and give thanks before we eat? I believe this simple act raises us from our basic instincts. I am reminded of this on this Pagan holiday.

Blessing food is not just a Christian tradition. The concept is actually found in every religion, and every form of spiritual thought. Whether we are giving thanks to God for his provision, or calling upon the energy of the universe to cleanse the food we are about to eat, or calling upon higher powers to make the food nursing and our bodies receptive to the nutrients, it occurred to me that in our culture, our relationship to food has become really dysfunctional, and perhaps implementing the idea of blessing food could help us to begin to heal our relationship with it. Do you savor your food or is it just something you do out of habit? We eat to satisfy cravings that have nothing to do with food. We eat to relieve boredom, to dull sadness, or to appease stress. This is a bad relationship with food. Instead, we ought to enjoy the food itself. Enjoy the scent, the texture, the flavor. Be grateful for the nutrition. Be conscious of the life energy that the food is delivering to our bodies.

Join with me today in remembering all that the earth gives us!
Happy Lughnasadh and Blessed Be!