Rotating Objects with Stories to Tell

She, a woman I met 3 years ago on a greyhound bus, encouraged me to write about my life. Tell her what I have been up to; the exciting places I have explored.

I will not do that.

It's easier to talk about others, than it is myself. I'm not interesting, and maybe it's because I live with me. (This might be why I avoid the mirror as much as possible. ) However, the interactions I have with others, yes, that is where the beauty lies.

We go about our lives in daily motions, similar to how the earth rotates around the sun, and our moon does with the earth.  We believe that our lives are of importance. Narratives are created.  "I did this. Did you know that Sally did that?" We never speak about others in the first person. The only time it seems as if we speak about others is if we place value of the individual and positive or negative judgements are created.

It seems as if we are our own entities. We do not have the capabilities to enter into another's mental capabilities and truly know what the thought processes and feelings are. Even if we could  mentally tap into the other's psyche for five minutes, we would have to live with the person and see the world from his/her eyes and vantage point.

We also know that like the planets, we have our own definitive path: life and death. 
Our perceptions shape our environment around us. Our rotations affect how other beings in the universe move. We have options in how we rotate in our lives. We also have events that draw us into other rotating objects.

Speaking of Faith

I do not consider myself a religious person-spiritual, yes, but not religious. Even as a child, my opinions about organized religion would be like the moon: waxing and waning. I did not understand how a loving god who gave his only son could dismiss other people who did not even know his name.

So, today I went to an Episcopal Church for Palm Sunday. It was rather calming to step in and be seeped up by the ritualistic patterns. Parishioners knew what songs to sing, when to pray, when to sit, and when to be open and loving to one another. It was a community that was formed once a week, and then dissipated until they needed one another again. Love, or at least a form of it, existed among them.

Sadly, I knew, though, that they knew of the only way to be saved and if you did not know and practice that way, you would not go to heaven.


Now I'm having an internal debate. I can not prescribe to a belief where a loving god can only love one type of people. I have so many friends who I love and do not believe what I do. I want to know that when I die at a late age, I can join them and we can be happy and loving people together. I also want to prescribe to a religious belief. I want to know that the ritualistic elements of religion, community, love, knowledge that there is something, someone greater than yourself is a very calming element in my life.

Someday I want this to be a possibility: a formation of a religion based on love for one another, forgiveness, and acceptance the differences in culture bring us closer together and not farther apart.

Cooking Lamb

Some people wonder how I can eat lamb. "Lamb is soo cute!" I know that because I used to work at a lamb farm. I would go once a week and feed lamb bottles of milk, hold them, and be in awe how they bonded with their mothers. I also saw them grow up, hangout in the field, and become fiesty little creatures who were more concerned with following other lamb and sheep than being held and coddled by humans.
For Easter, my cousin and I are cooking lamb and possibly forgoing eating the ham. I'm trying to cook lamb more often at home to prepare for this momentous occasion. I'm learning the time limit that lamb has to be on the frying pan when cooking lamb chops. Slowly but surely, I am learning how to cook this delicious creature.

I am looking for easy lamb recipes for a cook who does not spend much time at all in the kitchen.
Suggestions would be wonderfully appreciated. Thanks!