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ruthless compassion
18 December 2002 @ 09:37 am
The past couple of nights have been delightfully cold. I've thrown open the bedroom windows, added a layer on top of my comforter, and settled in for some fine winter sleep. The hard part is getting into and out of bed, since the room is so frigid, but there's something really fabulous about laying in bed breathing steam into the cold air.

My parents gave me an awesome, big comforter for graduation a couple of years ago. It's huge and WARM, and I've had at least one lover walk into my cold bedroom (at a different apartment) and seriously consider going home where the temperature is normal. But the comforter changed her mind! It's a wonderful thing.

There's nothing like being snuggled into the nice, warm bed while the winter air drifts through the room. I've had my best two nights of sleep in YEARS the past two nights. Mmmmmmmmmmm!
 
 
I'm feeling: yummy
I'm listening to: Delerium
 
 
ruthless compassion
18 December 2002 @ 04:16 pm
I think I've been to an organized religious ceremony *thinks* fewer than 10 times in my life. I'm adding to that by going to church with Aileen on xmas eve, which is amusing me. Her friend Zann is being the minister that night, so I suspect it'll be interesting, and it's UU, so it probably won't annoy me, so I'm actually kinda looking forward to it.

I've been thinking a lot about my holiday observances (pretty much all cultural) recently, since I'm usually home for xmas, and I'm not this year. I'm really glad to have been raised with "All of the above" for a whole slew of reasons, but it makes for an interesting straddle sometimes.

Part of what's funny is that I'm not religious at all, but somehow this religious-cultural identity, the celebration of holidays, is important to me, and I'm not sure why. I guess it comes down to the importance of ritual, even if you're not putting any big SuperBeing behind it. To me, all the holidays I celebrate are about family and friends, food, warmth, music, lights, companionship...

I've sometimes felt like a "bad jew" in a way that I've never felt like a "bad xian", and I've never identified as "xian" although I do identify as somehow "jewish", which is funny, given my total lack of religion. Why is that important? It's a funny thing. I've decided, though, that of COURSE I'm a bad Jew, and the whole xian thing is right out, so I'm looking forward to celebrating everything in as offensive and irreverent way as possible :)
 
 
I'm feeling: snarky
I'm listening to: Melissa Etheridge