Category Archives: Holiday
Celebrating life today and continuing it everyday. May you be filled with life and love.
Just a moment ago, I heard the news play Donald Trump’s statement where he said he’s the “least racist person …” Mr. Trump, “least racist” means you are “racist” but by your own comparisons, you think others are more racist than yourself. Other than the Supreme Court of the United States, you hold the highest power in the land. Racism is defined as person who shows or feels bigotry or prejudice against people of other races, because they believe their particular race is superior to others.
Give such people power and authority over the lives of others, and we have systemic, institutionalized racism.
Mr. Trump, being “least racist” is unacceptable. You represent a country of people of all races, all genders, all economic statuses. You represent the healthy and the sick; the educated and poorly educated; people of all ages; people in rural and urban communities. You represent this nation, and your representation is not making America great. In fact, it has impugned us to the world. If you think that returning America to the days before the Civil War, or to the days of Jim Crow is making it great, then you might want to remember that it was those very things that Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. challenged. This country made promises and wrote privileges in its constitution. There is no room for racism. We’ve come too far to turn back now. Read the rest of this entry
Peace on Earth; Good Will to all Mankind.
Along with wishing everyone joy and peace, I also want to take this time to thank blog followers and participants. I thank you from the bottom of my heart. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
I’ll probably be off and on but have no plans of writing blog posts until after the first of the year. I still plan to be on Twitter posting links of headlines. If you’re not following me, my handle is @XenaBb7. Read the rest of this entry
This was posted last year, and I couldn’t wait to repost it again.
Yep. This is what I want for Christmas — every single last one of them. 🙂
Friends, participants, visitors,
Many of us have stressed out over what is happening in politics. From healthcare to taxes to a number of other issues, we have reason to be concerned. Everyday, there seems to be something new. This doesn’t include hearing and/or reading the rude, cruel tweets of our President.
From now until after the first of the year, I will no doubt reblog from time to time and see if we can share a bit of joy to relieve the stress. Starting off, here’s a Christmas song by Stevie Wonder and Andra Day.
Thanksgiving Day is actually not a national holiday celebrating Pilgrims being taught about natural food in the new land by Native Americans. Most Americans have come to realize that it’s just one day in history that no longer applies to peaceful gatherings of people from different cultures sharing a meal.
Truly, I don’t know of anyone who goes to Native American reservations to share a meal with them on the fourth Thursday of November every year and give thanks to God for having wonderful, caring people feed them with food grown on their own land.
History books do not tell us when or how Pilgrims were overtaken by capitalists, changing how Native Americans were appreciated and treated with respect and the love of Christ by Pilgrims. I suppose that we are to forget the slaughter of Native Americans, the intentional implanting of disease, the slaughter of native animals to starve Native Americans, and the wars to take over their lands.
Americans make their own holiday traditions and they seldom line-up with the real reason for the holiday. That means, for me, that Thanksgiving is a family holiday because family members who work have the day off.
With that being said, I want to wish everyone a safe 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
Yep. This is what I want for Christmas — every single last one of them. 🙂
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.