5.14.2017

Understanding Life After a Miscarriage from AMC's Preacher

My new Mother's Day rule: If you are over the age of 30 and have had a miscarriage, you get to do what you want on Mother's Day. 

I never wanted to be one of those women who couldn't get over a miscarriage, but some days it hits hard, especially when it's close to the day that would have been my first Mother's Day with a kid had life not happened the way it did. 

But life did happen the way it did and I had a miscarriage, not a kid; and I continue to work at making peace with it by not blaming myself or others, my job, my choices, or anything else that I deem blame-worthy. I know there are better things to do with my energy.

Yet even though I work at not placing blame, and even though karma may be teaching me a hard lesson I can't control for past regressions, and even though I believe that every single thing in life happens for a greater purpose beyond my earthly comprehension, and even though I understand that miscarriages do happen because something beyond anyone's fault wasn't right, at times I still feel a gut-churning urge to blame something...because IT'S JUST NOT FAIR, period. It is un.fuck.ing.fair., and I want something to blame and someone to pay for it.
That is what it feels like for me to live with this -- to want blind revenge -- in momentary battles of mind over matter at least; and I found the sentiment poignantly enacted by the character of Tulip (Ruth Negga) in the Season 1 finale of AMC's Preacher this past year. 

I created the Preacher fan art image above because the brief and surprising exchange between the characters Jesse and Tulip spoke directly to me in a way it may not have to others; and I wanted others to have an understanding of what it can feel like to live with a miscarriage, because (1) not everybody has experienced it and doesn't understand it, and (2) the better people understand each other, the better people understand the human condition that connects everyone to each other.

5.01.2017

Free Speech Bumper Stickers

I love bumper stickers. Don't you? I have been reading bumper stickers the majority of my life and have not grown tired of them yet. 

I love the shorthand nature of a bumper sticker. Perhaps the sticker is not as deep and drawn out (or as time consuming) as a book; yet, somehow, one short statement placed on the back of a bumper or elsewhere can have as profound an impact on an individual as a big book can. 

Funny how that works, but that is relativity for you. 


And that is what made me ponder: Why put all my writing creativity only into book format when I have been a bumper-sticker reader my whole life, and other people read stickers and buy them the same as people buy books? Why, indeed. 

That's why I began writing bumper stickers for my Prose and Pix shop at Zazzle back in 2015. In fact, one of my earlier bumper stickers had its first sale this past week and I was delighted to see that someone from my own state of Washington was the lucky buyer. Thank you, buyer!

The sticker is a mash-up statement inspired by a popular phrase that brings to light the fine line I see between popular speech and free speech, and how easy it is to blur the line between the two, to the point where people may say the most inhumane, unpopular words simply because they have free speech; or, likewise, one's popular speech that is followed by many may not necessarily be made freely because the speaker is anchored to it out of necessity to a career, a following, or possibly they are forced to say it by another who holds a higher power over them. 

Whatever the case may be, it is something worth pondering and reading -- and buying!: POPULAR SPEECH IS NOT ALWAYS FREE -- FREE SPEECH IS NOT ALWAYS POPULAR. 



4.10.2017

Why So Syrias? People Shouldn't Worry About the Syria Airstrikes

Why should I get upset over President Trump's airstrikes on Syria?

I voted for the man and I knew he was not anti-war; how come others didn't? It's almost as funny as when Hillary supporters were shocked that Trump won; only now the joke is on Trump supporters. 
Granted, I am not thrilled with more waste and war -- just like I am not thrilled with many other things governments do that I have no say in -- but I am not surprised, not in the least.

Not only that, but I am not as upset over it as I would have been in the past; most likely because I am not paying a federal income tax since I don't make enough. 

Therefore, since I am not knowingly funding the war nor enlisted in it, I have no good reason to let my blood pressure rise over it when plenty of other things that impact me daily elevate my blood pressure enough as it is. Please, spare me the arguments about how cash supports war efforts through inflation; grocery stores don't take bitcoin out here, so just shut it.

Yes, it is disgusting to think about billions of dollars being spent to bomb people in other countries rather than using the money to help people in America, but that is how earmarked money works. I loathe it with such passion, yet that is always the reasoning that is given to me as to why money can't be used to help people...because that is not the intended purpose of that money, therefore it will not be used for such a cause. Well played, congress.

Still, as disgusting as earmarked funds are, I am even more disgusted by the fact that there are American citizens in Washington State, some with high school diplomas, being paid $11 an hour to do basic jobs, yet are still unable to push in their chairs or pick up after themselves, as is evidenced in a typical employee breakroom when breaks end.

I can sense the confusion already: What in the world does pushing in chairs and picking up after one's self have to do with President Trump's airstrikes? This is what:

Making America great does not begin with a president; it never has and it never will. Again, something I knew when I voted for Trump.

It does not matter what the president is doing when it is the people -- the individuals -- who are unable to handle making life better for themselves on their own.

This is why I say that pushing in one's chair and picking up after one's self wherever one goes is what makes life -- and America! -- great, not only for the individual but for anyone impacted by such acts.

Think on it: How many people come behind you each day? How many of those people could be impacted for the better by having one less thing to do that is not their responsibility if your mess wasn't left for them to pick up? Just think on it for at least a minute.

Now, here is the kicker: The president -- whether it be Barry, Hillary, or Donny -- has absolutely 100% nothing to do with you choosing to pick up after yourself. It is your choice and yours alone. Therefore, when you choose not to pick up after yourself, you are choosing not to be great and you are choosing not to make America great. 

It is not President Trump who is making things worse by not picking up after you. You are making things worse for you and others by not picking up after you. So don't worry about what Trump is doing; worry about what you are doing.

This is why I am not upset over President Trump's airstrikes on Syria; it's also why I think people should not condemn the man so quickly when they can't handle pushing in their chairs, cleaning up their messes, or handling their own lives without expecting someone else -- the government! -- to do the work for them. 

4.01.2017

Trees by Eve: Pacific Northwest Tree Photography on Instagram

I may have stumbled into a natural niche on my Instagram account -- TREES! 

I have been taking photographs of trees for a handful of years now and have added many of those tree photographs to products in my shops for tree lovers everywhere to purchase.

The funny thing is, even though I am surrounded by trees and love taking pictures of them, it didn't occur to me to showcase them on my Instagram account. But after I posted a couple tree photos and saw the response -- and how awesome the pictures looked in my feed! -- I figured it couldn't hurt to share more pictures of my Pacific Northwest surroundings with the outside world.

The good news is it didn't hurt! I am slowly gaining more followers 100% naturally and organically -- without gluten or HFCS or cocaine! -- and without paying for them, which is not what I want to do. 

Plus, I am receiving way more 'likes' on my Instagram photos than my photography has ever received in the past on other media accounts. If it's wrong of me to want more likes and to want more people to see my content, then sue me, but posting content without gaining followers or receiving any feedback -- not even likes from 'friends'! -- is a spirit crusher. 

So, it was a totally refreshing surprise to see all the positive response from strangers to my simple tree photos. 

Sure, it may only be 20 to 30 likes right now, but that's 20 to 30 likes more than I get elsewhere; which is why Instagram is the only place to see the majority of my pictures, since it's the one place that gives my content the online love I believe it deserves.

It was especially surprising to see that Matt Forney -- the infamous woman hater! -- likes my tree photos. My photos, of all things; what a compliment! If that is what a woman hater does, I hope some more stop by my Instagram page. But I digress.  

Maybe it's the open style of Instagram, maybe it's the feed algorithms, maybe it's using the right hashtags, maybe it's all bots; I don't know. Whatever it is though, Instagram is where I get the feedback that boosts my spirits, so I will take it and focus my energies there.

That is why I continue to feed my feed daily, albeit a tad bit excessively at times; and I thank all my followers for liking the photos! -- or tolerating them while waiting for me to post a picture of my cats or something other than a dang tree!

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