How compassionate of the Pope!
Bless his heart!
And what kind of a fucking church teaches children that people they love will not go to heaven but, in fact, will probably burn in eternal flames because they did not accept their particular beliefs? Not only teach children this but instill that belief into these sweet, innocent little children so that if one of their parents dies which has got to be one of the hardest things on earth to go through, they have to also fear for the very soul of their beloved mother or father.
Well, good for the Pope who seems to have at least a slight grip on reality and who has said some fairly shockingly humane things but it's not like he's actually changed any of the doctrine.
Nor will he.
Anyway, I just hope that no one gets ahold of my grandkids and tries to convince them that I'll be burning in hell when I die because I'm an atheist. Or at most a Possibilian.
I need to talk to them some more about energy and the impossibility of it being created or destroyed and reassure them that as long as they live they will not only carry me in their genes but also hopefully, in their hearts which will always know that I loved them even before I knew they were going to be born.
Okay. Enough of that.
Owen had a field trip to Panacea to visit the marine lab which we love so much and Lily had offered to chaperone and so Ms. Magnolia June came to the Mer and Bop house to hang out. We had a good time. She was quite amiable today and open to almost all suggestions. I made a little video and in it she says "Yeaaah!" in the way that only Maggie can do.
Those curls. Those cheeks. Those lips! Those pudgy little arms and that beautiful skin. She is a darling girl and she reminds me so much of her beautiful mama.
We walked to the post office where she charmed the post mistress completely.
"She's so cute!" she kept saying.
And then we took the requisite and traditional picture by the door of the former train station where the post office is quartered.
How much do you want a pair of purple velvet sneakers?
She walked the whole way there and back and I was very proud of her and I told her so.
Lily came to collect her little Hummel Angel around two and she had Owen with her. He and I went out to the garden and picked some sugar snap peas and a carrot and the carrot appeared to have two legs and so Owen made him into a man.
I love that boy so much. Look at him with his unique Owen hair style, his bear claw necklace that his Boppy made him. His head comes up to my chin now.
MY CHIN!
And he still lets me hug him whenever I want to which is about all of the time.
We kissed everyone good-bye when they left to go pick up Gibson at the bus stop and then I did a little yard work and Mr. Moon did some car-related work. It's been a sweet, easy day.
Here's a picture I got of Baby Levon.
Well. You know I'm his grandmother but the fact of the matter is, that is one darling adorable little boy. Jessie reports that August has been saying, "I miss Boppy's house. I missssssss Boppy's house."
I think he would be perfectly happy to sit next to his grandfather in that big leather Lazy Boy and watch fishing shows and read Outdoor Life for days. Perhaps he would condescend to occasionally let his Mer change his diaper or read him a kid book or make him some pancakes.
Right this very second Mr. Moon is down the road and through the woods a bit, fishing from a pond to see if it would be a good place to take the grands to catch some perch or bream which is about a million times more exciting an activity than weeding a garden is.
But that's okay. Boppy may have the fun machines and camper vans and fishing poles and power tools and deer heads on the wall and a truck, but Mer has...well?
Control of the bacon?
Yeah. That's it.
Control of the bacon.
Maybe I should start making more cookies.
Ah, they know I love them. Now and forever. Or at least they will know it for as long as they remember me.
Cookies couldn't hurt, though.
Love...Ms. Moon
I saw how bonded my own kids were with their grandmother and it lasts to this day, they carry her with them always. I can tell that you’re bonded with your grands in that same powerful everlasting loving way. It’s beautiful to see.
ReplyDeleteI restrained myself today from commenting on someone's FB of that pope story -- it was going to be a curse word. Like I said, I refrained.
ReplyDeleteI trying to explain to my daughter tonight that I didn’t just start loving her when she was born and that it was only when she became my daughter that I realized I had loved her forever, that I had always loved her. Impossible to explain. Some things can only be felt and loving now and forever is on of them.
ReplyDeleteMaggie cheered me tonight. I left my husband, not sure if it’s forever or for now but I’ve left. How many tears do I have to cry, how much pleading? Something’s got to give.
just instill in those kids that there is no hell, that it is a made up place to scare people into obeying even if some people do believe it's real and then they won't be susceptible to the idea later. the whole concept of hell is one of the many things that drove me away from christianity...a supposed loving god that will send you to eternal damnation and suffering without a backward glance for being human? no thanks.
ReplyDeleteand yeah, Possibilian. I think that's me. open to ideas beyond 'religion' as it is today and absolutely nothing that we can't test or prove right now.
DeleteMagnolia June is the most precious cherub in all the world. How can one family be so blessed with so many beautiful people? And her little feisty personality is too endearing for words. She could be a handful I can see as she ages. I have forever been confused by the notions of heaven and hell. I am Jewish and was raised Orthodox with a looney mother from a different country and I had a lot of threats of going to hell if I wasn’t - fill in the blank. I want to make up my own beliefs but being a black and white thinker, I find that challenging. The concept of God is deeply ingrained in me from childhood as a punitive old man in the sky. It’s comforting to believe in something bigger and the only truths I find in that are in nature. I had mixed reactions to the video of the Pope. Ok so if I didn’t read the article, because it was all in Italian, it looked tender and comforting tho to be truthful all the sex shit and priests ran thru the outer edges of my mind. Of course, reading the article, it was all disappointing.
ReplyDeleteOh, that Maggie. That video is epic. She's a walking, living cartoon of a sweet girl doll. Those eyes and cheeks and curls... !
ReplyDeleteAnd Owen is so cool and sweet and handsome - I love his hair like that. And Levon is a babydoll cartoon too. Such remarkable children.
As for heaven, well, it's a consolation, isn't it? But I heard a convincing and wonderful story from a friend that further supports the idea that our loved ones stay with us after death - a concept I also worry feels too good to be true, but this feels confirming. I won't share, cos it's long and people just scoff... but it makes me feel comforted. And optimistic.
I've never heard of a "Possibilian," but I question the definition of agnosticism that Eagleton gives in that Wikipedia link. I think if you're agnostic, by definition you're open to the possibility that there is or is not a god. "Possibilian" seems like a redundant concept to me. But what do I know?
ReplyDeleteEagleman, not Eagleton. My bad.
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