Category Archives: Holiday
Here’s wishing everyone a safe Memorial Day weekend.
When I was a child, my parents called it “Decoration Day.” My brother served in the Army and every year on Decoration Day, the family headed out to the cemetery to visit his grave. As we got closer to the cemetery, there were shops that sold flags and flowers. My mom always bought a wreath to lay on my brother’s grave that would not get blown away by the wind, and next to it, we stuck the stick into the ground that held the American flag.
When my dad made his transition, he was buried in the same cemetery as my brother. We kept to the same tradition of a wreath and American flag. As the years went on, Memorial Day became a day to visit the final resting places of other family members who transitioned but had not served in the Armed Forces. Read the rest of this entry
Dear friends and visitors,
Here’s wishing all a safe and blessed holiday.
One of my favorite movies is Risen. It’s a movie about a Roman Tribune named Clavius who is tasked by Pilot to find the body of the crucified Christ that is no longer in the tomb, and before the three days predicted that he would rise from the dead.
Clavius sets out to find the followers of Yeshua for them to tell him where they have hidden the body. Instead, Clavius finds more than he anticipated — a man who he ordered killed and saw dead, alive again.
Below is a video interview of Cliff Curtis who played Yeshua in the movie. When asked about his preparations to play the role of Jesus the Christ, Curtis said that he didn’t want to talk about or preach love and peace — he wanted to be love and peace.
Following that video is a scene from the movie that I enjoy, and hope that you will too.
Friends, neighbors, caterpillars, moths, butterflies, and a certain roach,
Happy Valentines’ Day!
Please have a virtual piece of chocolate candy.
Here’s wishing you a day of special love.
To all friends near, far, and abroad,
Let us keep our heads up, and continue walking the path of faith, hope, and love.
Caterpillars, moths, butterflies, a certain roach, and all creatures great and small,
Christmas is December 25th.. Hanukah begins on December 24th, and Kwanzaa begins on the December 26.
Along with wishing everyone joy and peace, I also want to take this time to thank blog followers and participants. 2016 has been a busy year. I reported on over 30 cases. In April, Yahtzeebutterfly dedicated herself to writing a monthly post on Black American history. I participate as much as possible in “Wordless Wednesday” which requires a photo or gif that has no words. We even got a bit into politics this year. Read the rest of this entry
With many being busy preparing for the holidays, and because we’re still following the trial of Dylann Roof, here’s taking a break to post something uplifting for the holidays. At the same time, feel free to use this post for open discussion.
Here’s hoping you enjoy the following songs.
There are holidays that people and family do because of tradition. Two years ago, something began here that I’m making a tradition.
What I have to be thankful for is too much to list. Even in the darkest cloud, I want to see the silver lining. For example, I’m not thankful for the results of the presidential election, but I am thankful that we live in a country where we can voice our disagreements. I’m not thankful for the number of killings where those charged are acquitted because they have discretion to use deadly force, but I am thankful that our judicial system makes a record that carries on through history.
Of other things that I’m thankful for are people I met online that are true friends. I met Racerrodig in 2012. Two years ago, he sent me songs that he wrote and I put them to video in time to post for Thanksgiving. Racer’s videos have now become our Thanksgiving tradition.
Below is the original post from 2014.
Have a safe and pleasant holiday.
Racerrodig is a precious, consistent supporter of Blackbutterfly7. I call him “Racer.” Through the years, he has shared his profound wisdom and great humor with us. Racer has often spoken about playing music, and several months ago he informed us that he started a praise and worship band with his son. They have been invited to perform in other countries.
Racer entrusted me with three of his band’s original songs to see if I could present them in a format so others can listen to them. So, I put them on video. The first video has some glitches, and I ask that you don’t allow that to distract from the beauty and talent of Racer’s song.
It wasn’t feeling like Thanksgiving to me this year. With so much trouble in America, I had gotten down. Racer’s songs picked me up and I hope they do the same for you. As well, it is such a pleasure to hear his voice. Read the rest of this entry
As a child, I heard May 31st described as “Decoration Day.” My family would get together and go to the cemetery where my brother was buried. He had served in the Army and was deployed to Panama.
Although I was two years old at the time of his death, I remember the flag that draped his casket. It looked huge, and I remember how my mom cried as the casket was lowered into the ground. I was too young to understand.
In 1996, Memorial Day took on a new meaning for me. That year, I went to Washington, D.C.
There I was walking towards the Viet Nam War Memorial Wall. From the hill, I could see the entire wall. Something within me wanted to reach it quickly, but it seemed like I was walking in slow motion. I could not get there fast enough. So many names. So many deaths. When I reached the wall, I laid my hand on the first section and didn’t want to move away. Tears began running down my face. Then it hit me.
Had I been born a boy, my name could very well be on that wall. This is not being sexist but a reality of that time. I was not drafted or in the lottery because of my gender.
A few days ago, I went to the website, The Viet Nam Veterans War Memorial, and entered the year of my birth and hometown in the search engine. It returned the names of the boys who died in Viet Nam; boys who were born the same year that I was born. They were 18, 19, 20 years old when they died. During the Viet Nam War, they were too young to vote.
This is not to dishonor those who gave the ultimate sacrifice in all wars. It’s just that the Viet Nam War became personal for me as I looked upon the Wall. I can’t help but feel that at least one of those boys died in my place.
To all of those who gave the ultimate sacrifice in service to our country, and in honor of your sacrifice and with much gratitude for your courage, Rest in Peace.
Happy Resurrection Day.
Rejuvenate someone’s life today with kind words or an act of kindness.
I love when Word Press sends out the annual report. It gives me opportunity to wish everyone a happy New Year, express my appreciation, and recap the year.
Subscribed followers increased this year, and I want to thank them for their support. It’s at a number now where I don’t get around to each of their blogs to check them out, but I do make good-faith efforts and resolve that in the coming year, I will spend time on the week-ends visiting the blogs of new subscribed followers.
We have been nominated for another award, and I plan to officially accept it in the coming days.
Last year, it was a pleasant surprise to see that Steve Harvey linked to this blog. This year, snopes linked to this blog to support what they reported, and Wikipedia linked to it when discussing what they should publish about an issue. Wikipedia also linked to my other blog, flightattendantfailures, which reports investigative pieces regarding people on the internet who threaten others with harm because of race, and/or their work in activism. Read the rest of this entry