crysthewolf: (coexist)
 I absolutely, positively, HATE gossip.

I just can barely stand it.  Now, mind you, there's a pretty fine line, in my world, between gossip and not gossip... but it's a clear one, too... to an extent.

My rules:

Telling someone about someone else's failings or ANYTHING that might put them in a bad light instead of leaving it to the someone else=gossip.

Telling someone about your OWN business=not gossip.

Telling someone about your own business that also involves someone else's business=on the fence, but generally regarded as not gossip (depending on the circumstance, who the someone else IS, and why you're doing the telling.)

Now don't get me wrong.. folks have fallings out and they need to talk about it.  Folks have troubles with other folks and they need to talk about it.  And typically... that doesn't bother me (there has been ONE time that it has and there were extenuating circumstances... which may or may not have included PMS. Just a bit. ;) )   I have the ability to empathize with people without sharing their anger, hurt, or hatred for the person that they've been damaged by.  That's just me, and not everyone can do that.

But I hate listening to people talk about each other.  I HATE being told stories about what this person did to that person or how that person fucked up a convention (*grumble*) or this person had to put that person in their place...

Why?  Because it can affect how I feel about them.  I have a friend that I waited a long time to try to get to really know because of something someone else told me.  And nobody MEANT to paint anyone in a bad light... they were just TALKING.

I guess it bugs me that people sometimes forget how much hurt talking can do.

You know that group of friends that hurt me so badly before?  They were able to compound that hurt by telling each other things about me behind my back, twisting stories and spinning situations.  So everyone was able to get angry with me, because a few people stretched the truth to one another, or "forgot" certain details.  And then there was another group of friends before THAT, one of whom was able to convince many of them that I was a liar doing nothing else but saying so.  Or, there was the church I was going to when I first found out I was pregnant...

Well, we won't even GO there.

But suffice it to say, talk can hurt.  Words paint who we are in other people's minds and hearts.  And we don't THINK about that when we talk about people.  Hell, if someone's pissed us off... we may flat out not GIVE a damn.

But human hearts can be pretty fragile things, and we like to forget that.  If we want people to care enough about us to not go ramming into our cars on the freeway... we ought to care enough about them not to go ramming into their souls in casual conversation.

That's just my opinion.  But you might be warned, I guess, that the next time you want to "tell me about somebody"... you might be irritating me. ;)  (Although, I'll say again, it doesn't bother me when people need to talk about how they've been hurt by someone else or a situation they're dealing with.  I GET that.  Been there. ;) )

Love,
Crystal
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I saw this on someone's LJ. I don't remember where or exactly how it was done... But, in the spirit of "post secret", for those of you who aren't artistically inclined... a little experiment. We'll see if anyone responds.

Tell me a secret. Comments are screened, IP addy's aren't, and I don't have any tracking services on this journal. You *should* be able to post anon (I think?)

So feel free to share.

Love,
Crystal
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I am AT peace... with my ass.

(I wonder if there's a way to say that in sanskrit?)

Dancing

Apr. 25th, 2008 12:43 pm
crysthewolf: (henna)
So I did a slightly lower impact workout this morning... focused on my legs. I was both surprised and displeased with how out of touch I've become with my body. My legs! My legs and I used to be FRIENDS. Now? We've lost touch with one another.

I'm glad to be putting us back in touch. ;) I want to get to know my body again. I think bellydance is a great way to do that, too. I don't know if any of you REAL bellydancers out there are with me on this, but it's one of those forms of movement that gets you incredibly intimate with the body parts you don't always want to admit are there. ;) For some reason, that amuses the hell out of me. But, I also think that it's a very good thing. You know me... I'm all about people accepting themselves.

'Cause see, the thing is... I am beginning to think that I got out of touch with my body because I began to hate it as it gained weight. I didn't pay attention to it because as far as I was concerned... it was betraying me a little. So I just kept shoving pills down its throat trying to make it behave when really... I should have just been embracing it. You can't change until you can accept yourself as is. I'm not talking about complacency, either. I'm talking about true, honest, loving acceptance. And then, when you see those parts of you that are destructive? Look at those things, move those things, change those things, BECAUSE you love you and accept you, and you love and accept THEM, too. You know why they're there, you know if it's time for them to go. Not because someone tells you that you should, not because you think people don't like you... but because YOU, love and accept YOU. And other people do too, and will... and sometimes they won't. But you are who's most important here.

So, I'm learning to love my body again... both in a tough-love kind of way, and in a slightly gentler sense too. With my family history, I want to begin to take care of her a little better. I don't really want to face all of the problems that my Mom and Dad have faced.

I also, however, do not want to be skinny.

Yep, you read that right. And no, I'm not criticizing skinny girls. Frankly, some of you are built that way and I think you're beautiful. I also think you should quit trying to be MORE skinny. If you feel good where you are, if you are able to do the things that you would like to do (and NOT the things that you "think you should be able" to do. There's a difference, Georgia. =P ), then just learn to love yourself. If you've not got heart problems or diabetes, don't be a diet nazi. Live a little.

And for gods' sake, drop the term "tone up". At least you women. If you are feeling well, if you aren't REALLY overweight, then learn to love a little extra fat on your body. Do you understand that you're SUPPOSED TO HAVE that???? And sweetheart, it's pretty. Look in the mirror and see that. Drop the bullshit and really, really see how beautiful you are. You're strong, you're healthy. Love YOU. Those models in the magazines? They're not happy. They look it... they're not. Be happy. Love you.

Sometimes being unhappy with yourself means that you should change yourself. Other times, it means you should change your perception. Yes, some of us need to change ourselves to a degree... we'll be healthier and more energetic. That's if we're ACTUALLY overweight... and frankly, only you can determine that. Fuck the charts. How do YOU, FEEL? Not how do you LOOK, not how do you like your image in the MIRROR, not how do you feel about how you look... friend, how do YOU, FEEL. Are you breathing alright? Are you tired all of the time? And if you're having trouble breathing and you're tired... are you SURE that those things are because of your weight? If you are, if it's your weight, then yes, do something about it. If you're not, if you want to fit into some smaller clothes, that's alright... I'll support you on that. But only so far... because you still need to look in the mirror, and love you, where you are.

I'm wearing a size 20 right now. Yep, I told you my pants size. Scary, isn't it? And I weigh 250 pounds. That's me, where I am. I'm learning to love me.

I'm also losing fifty pounds. I MIGHT lose more than that, but that's what I'm GOING to lose. Why? How do I justify being so determined when I'm sitting here telling you to love you where you are? I promise that I'm not rationalizing hypocrisy. It's because I've gained fifty pounds in the past year and a half as I have lost touch with my body. I'm tired all of the time, I have trouble breathing, and my family all have diabetes and heart problems, and sometimes, my chest hurts, and I'm only 26, but that scares me.

Now... I might lose more. But... I might not. And... I'm stopping at a size 12.

Size. 12. You heard me right.

No, I'm not stopping there because I think I CAN'T get any further. I'm stopping there because I don't WANT to get any further. That's the size that I am when I feel good, when I'm able to run and rollerblade and breathe, and where I don't have to be a diet nazi all of the time (don't get me wrong, I'm eating well and intend to continue to do so... but once in a while, I get chocolate, or McDonald's, or something that you think is greasy and disgusting, because I like it.) And, I think that I look damned good in a size 12.

You don't have to agree with me. A lot of people would think I was a lot prettier and healthier at a lot smaller size. *shrugs* That's nice for them. They can also kiss my size 12 ass.

I know. I'm pretty at the size I'm in now. (Say that with me? ;) "I'm pretty, at the size I'm in now.") And I won't be prettiER at a size 12. I'll just feel better. But I'm not going under that.

Because dammit, ma ladies... we are going to learn to be okay with double digits, if we're healthy in double digits. And some of us are VERY healthy in double digits. Some of us aren't, and you can go where you're healthy. I'll be behind you 100%. And I won't be jealous of you, either. Because you'll be beautiful. Because you ARE beautiful.

You, and I, both need to learn how to believe that. No matter WHAT size we are.

Love,
Crystal
crysthewolf: (silentbobjam)
AAGGHH!! Are you KIDDING me???? I just wrote a whole post and it's
LOST! LOOOOST I TELL YOU!!!! I'll try again.

So I got up early this morning and worked out (fifty pounds! I TOLD
you.) I had forgotten how much I prefer working out in the morning.
Why asks you? WELL... because I haven't had a chance for the day to
take a toll on all my muscles, it's easier to find time... and dammit,
I enjoy it. ;) The stretching, the blood flowing... it's fun.

Yep, I'm a freak.

Anyway... so that's how my day started. Kinda irked tho... I just
bought a really great book on meditation the other day at Borders,
which is USUALLY out of my price range but I had an urge to go
wandering around Borders and, low and behold, found something I
wanted. ;) Anyway... so I had it in my dragon bag with my water
bottle, and the top of my water bottle came open and soaked the book.
FUCK!!!! *growl growl* I hate it when my books get water damaged
because they warp and it strikes me as funky. But, it doesn't look
like it's TOO bad... almost gives it character.

Still, shiny new book, ruined a bit. Kindof a bummer.

Anyway, I also grabbed "The Time Traveler's Wife" when I went to Half
Price with Chris the other day. Been wanting to read that one for
AGES, so I'm all excited. =D <~~~~See? That's an excited smile. =D

I'm a little overly-energetic this morning. Tomorrow morning, I will
probably ache. ;) But I'm going to try and get up again and work out.

Because, 50 pounds, dammit!!!

SO that's me this morning. How's you???

Love,
Crystal

I Love...

Apr. 22nd, 2008 11:28 am
crysthewolf: (justsmile)
 Listening to stories. LOVE it.  Have you ever heard of the Story Corps project from NPR?  Check it out here, it's vera cool.

I had to drive to work this morning because I need to go to my doc's office right after work, so I had a CD in that Chris lent me of an interview project that he did with his grandfather.  It's very similar, really, to the story-corps project, except that he let his grandfather just talk, for a long, long time.

It was FANTASTIC.

Not done with the CD, but I just love the stories.  It's the kind of thing that you just want to hang onto, because it's life, and it's history, and it's the entire world through the eyes of one person who's been there... who can tell you that everything's going to be alright because he knows it will be, and he knows it always HAS been... even through the bad stuff.

I don't know why, but it strikes me as a fantastic legacy, even if it ISN'T my own.  I don't know if I'd ever have the inclination to do the same for my family, just because there are so many stories that are unverified and I don't want to have to chase them all down.  See, my family likes to TELL stories. ;)  Stories that sometimes aren't true.

I would sit down with my grandmother and do some... but she's lost so many of them that I think it would only frustrate her to try and find them again.  Gramma Snow is suffering from Alzheimer's.  I'm not sure how much longer she has, and I'm not sure how much longer we'll have HER.

Someday, maybe, I'll take down my brothers' stories for our grandkids and grandnieces and nephews.  Our family is a little screwed up.  My brothers and I are beginning to try and mend things, I think... but it will be my nephews, I believe, who will pass on a hell of a legacy.

And I can be proud of that.  

Love,
Crystal

Y'know?

Apr. 22nd, 2008 11:27 am
crysthewolf: (kayleeshiny)
 Today's a pretty damned good day.

It just is. =)

All my love,
Crystal
crysthewolf: (henna)
 Believe that the best is yet to come.
crysthewolf: (Default)
The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Sixth Level of Hell - The City of Dis!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
LevelScore
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)Low
Level 2 (Lustful)High
Level 3 (Gluttonous)High
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)Low
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)High
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)Very High
Level 7 (Violent)High
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)Very High
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)Moderate

Take the Dante's Inferno Test
crysthewolf: (houseP)
And don't let their pretty smiles fool you... Veena and Neena ARE trying to kill you.

But it was fun.  I got to know my muscles again.  Hip-thrusts will be much more fun when I can actually FIND my hips, and cooling down is still my favorite part... but all in all, good.

Think I'll do that more often. ;)

*DIES*

Love,
Crystla

Oops

Mar. 10th, 2008 07:44 am
crysthewolf: (Default)
I squaled. I meant to squeal. But you got that. what is a squal anyway? Hrmmmm... isn't that a big storm at sea or something?

Raise anchor, we've got strong winds a'comin' (I guess that's what you do with strong winds at sea. Kinda blows your mind, dunnit?)

So Mother Grove is playing at Fionn MacCool's on Friday evening. I've already convinced per_solo, and friendstephen to come. I'm working on Ron and Carrie. Are there any other (potential?) Celtic Rock fans out there? ;) Join the obsession. You know you want to. ;)

I don't care how I found them, I still heart Mother Grove.

"Now I'm gonna set my soul on fire
I'm gonna drown it in the lake of evermore.
Gonna close my eyes, let the magic take me higher,
'cause I don't believe I've felt this way before."

Love,
Crystal

Damn.

Mar. 9th, 2008 07:44 pm
crysthewolf: (Default)
I,

So....

So......

SO..........

LOVE

my life.

LOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*squals*

That is all.

(for now!!!!!! =D =D =D )

Hey, once in a while in a rough path, y'get a few smooth spots.

With ice cream shops.

Love,
Crystal
crysthewolf: (Default)
I am a walkin' chick flick, aren't I?

Love,
Crystal

Nah...

Mar. 6th, 2008 07:59 am
crysthewolf: (Default)
I think I just bemoan that other people are calmer and saner than I am. ;)

*grin* Don't you just love trying to keep up with me?

hehe...

Love,
Crystal
crysthewolf: (Default)
Felt profoundly excited about something, and then realized (or wondered if) you may be the only one?

I hate that feeling. It's like a big bubble bursting.

Is that what earth looks like?

Love,
Crystal
crysthewolf: (coexist)
As I was riding the bus this morning, reading a book that I am quickly falling in love with.

I do not believe in God.

I believe in experience.

If you have experienced God (any god, in any form, if you have experienced it strongly enough to consider it God), then God is real.

If you have NOT experienced God, then whatever is most real to you, is God enough.

Get the picture, you do. ;)

Love,
Crystal
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(this one's re-posted from my old blog, so you might have already read it. ;) )

I wrote this as a response to an article that Ron posted on my message board, called Santa, Yule, and Me from the Wittenburg Door, which I've never really visited and am not completely sure that I want to (particularly after seeing one article call Eve a "bitch". For what, having an opinion? Uneducated jerk.)

At any rate, I adapted my response to the original article and am posting it here. I thought that it would be a good way to share some of the thoughts that I've had lately on Christmas (and why I've been more in the "holiday spirit" than I have been in years.)

To be honest, this is as much a letter to my old self as it is a response to someone else's thoughts.

Christmas is a pagan holiday with a Christian name.

It isn't Jesus' birthday. It may be when you CELEBRATE his birthday, but it isn't the day that he was born, and we all know that. Why get up in arms about it? It isn't when his parents went to a manger because there was no room in an inn, and btw, when's the last time you saw snow in a desert town? You don't own the holiday. Someone with a religion that shared the same name as yours, borrowed it, and revamped it, a long time ago, for whatever reasons they might have had for doing so, whether they were benign or malevolent.

That was then, and this is now. And I wonder how much it really matters anymore.

Christmas is a Pagan holiday with a Christian name. There is no putting the "Christ" back into Christmas... Christ wasn't in the holiday in the first place. December 25th was a pagan holiday called Saturnalia, a festival to brighten up cold days in the mid-winter, to think about the spring that would come within just a few months. It was a holiday that everyone looked forward to in Rome, when lots of people gave each other gifts, drank a lot, and had lots of sex. And the early Church went, "Yeah... we've got to give them something else to do. This is tearing them, and us, apart." So it adapted the holiday, and boom. You've got Christmas.

Okay, so there may have been more to it than that. But really, is it that deep?

We're more educated now than we were when we were peasants under the thumb of a hierarchical church-system that was responsible for things like, I dunno, the Inquisition. We don't feed human sacrifices to mother Rome anymore. And we've learned to be civilized and share.

We KNOW that Christmas is a Pagan holiday with a Christian name. Or, at least, it was.

Let's be real. Jesus was born at some point, right? And the Pagans had a holiday on December 25th that Jesus' people thought was a problem, so they stole it. And then the Pagans came up with Santa Clause and stole it BACK. Are we going to keep up this family feud forever?

Because at this point, it doesn't particularly matter how Christmas BEGAN. It's NOT a Pagan OR a Christian holiday anymore. It's the world's holiday.

No matter where the traditions come from, can anyone argue with traditions like loving, giving, and redeeming? And can anyone argue that they are part of the Christian tradition in itself? AND of a variety of PAGAN traditions?

Uh oh, look out kids, we just MIGHT have something in common. *gasp*

We could get mad at the Pagans for trying to put the Pagan BACK into Christmas. We could get mad at the Christians for stealing it in the first place. OR, we could COME TOGETHER in our SIMILARITIES instead of using our DIFFERENCES as an excuse to be ticked off at one another. Christmas is a holiday that is made up of the blending of SEVERAL cultures. It's a holiday of compromise and peace. Some folks have a problem with that. Okay, I get that... that's your perogative.

The answer is NOT to get grabby with Christmas. I think that that kinda misses the point.

So, what is the point? What IS Christmas about?

Well, you watch all the Christmas movies and the Christmas specials. It's about celebrating giving, grace, belief, redemption, and forgiveness. For some people, it's about Jesus. Okay, and? Let it be about Jesus for them. For other people, it's about Odin, or Yule, or celebrating the New Year. Okay, and? Is that hurting anyone? Then let it be about those things for them. For some, it's about going out to a Chinese restaurant and seeing friends they haven't seen in years, celebrating their OWN culture, which has nothing to do with Christ. And? We're gathering. We're sharing. We're loving. We're giving.

And perhaps, that's the essence Christmas.

What if it doesn't matter what name you give to it? What if it doesn't matter if you call it "Yule" or "X-mas" or "National Jews-go-to-the-movies Day"? Because it seems to me that no matter where we come from, no matter what we believe, we are STILL celebrating the SAME THINGS.

Why don't we be about what we have in common? No one "owns" Christmas. It belongs to neither the Christians nor the Pagans. Why not be, in the spirit of Christmas, about sharing a holiday with the whole world?

Why does it need to be about complaining about Santa Clause?

He's the archetype of Christmas, the modern embodiment of giving, grace, and redemption. If you want to call him St. Nick or Papa-Odin, what matters is what the archetype means to YOU. There's nothing inherently evil about an archetype. An archetype is all about what it makes YOU think and feel. And if the feeling behind that one is love and peace and acceptance and giving, and if you feel that you religion (be it Christianity or Islam or Judaism or a Pagan religion) is about peace and love and acceptance and giving... then Santa is as much a symbol of your religion as he is of any other.

Love, peace, kindness, giving, redemption.

They belong to everyone, not just one particular religion. And if you feel that they STARTED in your religion? Okay, I can accept that. But the problem is, so do several other people.

You get to share. Merry Christmas.

And for Goddess' sake, quit finding excuses to be pissed off at Pagans. Geez, let it go.

Love,
Crystal



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