A shorter post than usual — Wednesday is choir night, after all.
I’m following up on previous musings regarding the topic-cluster of domestic violence, NFL culture, media news vultures and Ray and Janay Rice. Here are parts 1 (soapbox mode) and 2 (my own complicity).
Let’s call Part 3, “When ethics cause inconvenience; or: walking the walk.“
Apparently, John Stewart had some very insightful, incisive and funny things to say on The Daily Show last week about how the NFL handled Ray Rice’s February assault on his wife (then fiancee) — or, one could say, how they didn’t handle the incident.
I wouldn’t know. Or at least, I wouldn’t know past the 30-second mark, ‘cos that’s when the first frame from TMZ showed up.*
Posted in Flagrantly Feminist, Pop Goes the Culture, Topics of Study
Tagged building the muscle, complicity, daily practice, domestic violence, Janay Rice, John Stewart, moral choices, Ray Rice, small decisions adding up, taking a stand, The Daily Show, violation of privacy, violence against women
On some axis of consideration or other, I had a more productive weekend than last. Less TV time, a bit more in-the-house puttering (laundry!) and out-of-the-house errand-running (haircut!).
There was even a bit of time carved for self-care. Not through using Mr. Mezzo’s birthday present — the time for that will come soon enough (at least, one hopes it will) — but through a appointment Mr. and I already had on the books to try out one of the local massage studios. From our comparing of notes, it seems as if both practitioners had a good energy and level of expertise, and we like the ambience of the place. In the spirit of being a little bit more regular in the practice of self-care, I’m wondering if I can budget my time and dollars so that I can go back every 3 or 4 weeks for regular sessions.
Posted in Gratitudes and Thank Yous, Practicing in the Heart, Self-Acceptance, The Voices in My Head
Tagged baths, class privilege, feminism, me and Sisyphus down by the schoolyard, privilege, renewal, self-care, self-love, self-renewal, spiritual maturity, spiritual practice, spirituality
I had a birthday not so very many days ago. Mr. Mezzo had rather the thoughtful and aspirational gift for me: a bathtub tray. You know, one of those things that allows you to have a glass of beverage (wine, water, pick your poison) and a book propped up while soaking in the tub?
My unfolding internal study of this object and its meaningfulness to me is, if nothing else, a nice capsule example of the ways I am — for better or for worse — so often deep in the study of my life, even down to its tiniest details.
Posted in Detox Journey, Flagrantly Feminist, Gratitudes and Thank Yous, Practicing in the Heart, Self-Acceptance, Spirituality, The Voices in My Head
Tagged Audre Lorde, baths, Epsom salts, feminism, IonCleanse foot baths, self-care, self-love, spiritual maturity, spiritual practice, spirituality