A Wild Goose Pagoda, and a Legendary Tale.

This Pagoda was built in 652 during the Tang Dynasty. But this isn’t a boring Asian history lesson; it’s actually a pretty awesome legend story. I know what you’re thinking… The name “Wild Goose Pagoda” seems pretty crazy, right? So, I’m gonna control the crazy and tell you a pretty insane story.

In Xi’an there is a legend. According to ancient stories of Buddhists, there were two branches of Buddhism; one branch believed eating meat was taboo, the other didn’t (this story is about the ones who could eat meat)…

One day these Buddhists couldn’t find meat to buy, and one of the monks said: “Today we have no meat. I hope the merciful Bodhisattva will give us some.” Ironically, a group of wild geese flew above… This is the crazy part; at that very moment, the leading wild goose broke its wings and fell to the ground. Mind boggling, right?

Obviously all the monks were startled and believed that Bodhisattva was ordering them to be more pious. Therefore, they established a pagoda where the wild goose fell and stopped eating meat. Hence its name “Wild Goose Pagoda”.



Weekly Photo Challenge Prompt: For this week’s photo challenge, blow us away with your take on the monumental

Some Other Posts About My Visit to China:

Disorders: Why the Self-Diagnosed Make it Impossible for “Us” to “Come Out”

It’s really hard to admit that you have a problem, especially when it’s one you can’t control; dyslexia, bipolar disorder, ADHD, OCD, etc… (By the way, I’m not saying I have all of these; I’m simply advocating.)

It takes a while to build up the courage to admit it to yourself, and even longer to admit it to others….

Common societal misconceptions generate a lot of fears; if you are dyslexic people assume you’re illiterate, if you have ADHD people assume you’re always hyperactive, if you are bipolar people assume you’re depressed all the time. (And by “people” I mean “some people”.)

But misconceptions and unfair accusations aren’t the scariest part of “coming out”; people who self-diagnosis themselves with these “problems” are.

Let’s use dyslexia as the first example. So, you finally build up the courage to tell a co-worker that you’re dyslexic, and what is the first thing they say back to you…. “I think I am too, I mix stuff up all the time”.

Moving on to Bipolar Disorder. Imagine this situation; for months you’ve built up the courage to “come out” to the people close to you, you’ve already tried 10 times and backed out… Then, finally, you say it; “I have Bipolar Disorder”… And what do they say back… “Me too, I’m always so moody.”

Or you say you have OCD and someone replies with, “I like being organized too.”

Hearing replies like these are a royal slap in the face. It took so much courage to admit “it”, and now that you have you deserve to feel like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders, but NO. Instead you find yourself wanting to shout at the other person… “Okay, so you mix stuff up; that’s NOT the definition of Dyslexia”… “So, you’re moody; that’s NOT the definition of Bipolar Disorder”… “You think you have OCD: do you throw all your coffee cups, plates, and bowls away because you cracked one cup, and couldn’t stand to have an odd number?”

You now regret “coming out”… Especially to a person who thinks so casually of your disability.

The diagnosis for Bipolar Disorder and OCD relies on a doctor taking a careful patient history while monitoring symptoms over an extended period of time… As far as Dyslexia is concerned, there is no single assessment: data must be gathered in cognitive, receptive, oral and written areas, to name a few. (So, the internet multiple choice test you took is a joke…)

I’m sure there are self-diagnosed people out there who are correct in their diagnosis. I’m also sure that there are people out there who are incorrectly doctor diagnosed. So, please don’t take offense.

The list of disorders like this is too long for this blog; Dysgraphia, OCD, Multiple Personality, Oppositional Defiance, Narcissistic Personality….

I don’t have a miraculous and inspirational conclusion for this blog… I guess I’ll end with this: you wouldn’t tell a color blind person that you’re color blind (when your not), just because you aren’t sure if blue-green is more blue than green.. So don’t tell a Bipolar person that you’re bipolar just because you’re “moody”.


Check Out Another Post I Wrote: The Bipolar Mind in Fifty Words

The Bipolar Mind: In Fifty Words

Phase one:
You feel like you own the world,
You’re capable of anything…
No, everything.

Phase two:
Everything seems impossible,
Waking up is a chore.
Isolation; even when you’re surrounded by support.


No one understands, to them “you’re moody”.
You wish it was that simple.

The bipolar mind.

Weekly Writing Challenge Prompt: “No rules. Just stick to the word count — no more, no less than fifty words.”

My First Fifty Word Entry: “A Fifty Word Recipe to Saving the World, Almost”

Check Out This Post: Disorders: Why the Self-Diagnosed Make it Impossible for “Us” to “Come Out”

A Fifty Word Recipe to Saving the World, Almost.

He says he is a profit, but damns God’s people to Hell.
She, who is slanderous and defamatory, supports her wretched words with the First Amendment.
Alas, I could cure it all with knowledge, but yet…
Nothing can be said of the ignorant fools to make them change their minds.

Weekly Writing Challenge Prompt: “No rules. Just stick to the word count — no more, no less than fifty words.”

Check Out My Second Fifty Word Post: “The Bipolar Mind”

I Have A Bone to Pick With ALL Americans

I have a bone to pick, not just with a few of you, but with all of you… So, here are a few items (most from the Social Issues side) of my “a lot of stuff is wrong with Our Land” list (in no particular order). Enjoy;

(1.) People who have strong opinions about things they don’t understand. If you want to debate it, have the discipline to become educated.

(2.) People that think the First Amendment means they can say whatever they want.

(3.) Teachers and coaches who don’t intervene when students and/or athletes are bullied. Or anyone who stands by idly neglecting to help someone in need.

(4.) People who use the Bible to support or justify acts of hate.

(5.) The two huge misconceptions American society has adopted;
(a) if you disagree with someone’s lifestyle, you must fear or hate them. Example; ‘If you disagree with homosexuality you automatically hate all homosexuals’. This is a ridiculous and misconceived concept.
(b) to love someone means you agree with everything they believe or do.
Both are nonsense. You don’t have to compromise convictions to be compassionate. (Rick Warren)

(6.) Abuse; emotional, physical, etc… Abuse in general. Additionally, the way people dismiss emotional abuse as if it isn’t abuse at all. Sticks and stones may break bones, but words can hurt forever.

(7.) Standard Based Education and the Teacher Tenure System; both prevent students from receiving the education they truly deserve… but those topics are both blogs of their own… Moving on.

(8.) People who bring race, gender, ethnicity, etc… into situations where they don’t belong;
(a) last year, during the presidential election, I gave all my students a political option quiz. 87% of African American students stated that they would vote for Obama because of his skin color. Out of that 87% only 12% knew he was a Democrat. [This is an educational and parenting issue-- and is in no way the fault of the students.]
(b) if a white person admits that they didn’t vote for Obama they are considered (by some) ‘a racist’. And if a woman votes for Hillary she is considered (by some) ‘a feminist’. Sadly though, in some cases, these accusations are true.

(9.) The amount of money that teachers, family doctors, nurses, and other service providers make in comparison to professional athletes, famous musicians, and actors.

(10.) After I finished my list I decided to google the phrase “Things Wrong With America”; an article titled “12 Things Wrong with America” was the first link to appear… I’ve copied and pasted the first few sentences of the article for your viewing pleasure; “There are a lot of girls in the 5 range. These are girls who would be 7′s if they lost weight and purchased a beauty kit.”

WHAT!? Needless to say, I was appalled that this was the #1 search result on Google. I thought my search would lead me to an article about Taxes, Homelessness, the Economy, Rehabilitation Programs, Gay Marriage even…. But no. So I guess that gives me two more bones to pick; (11.) American’s inadequate idea of what is wrong with our Country, and (12.) American’s erroneous view of beauty.

In conclusion, WAKE UP America! If you’re gonna quote the Bible, read the Bible. If you want to “say whatever you want”, read the First Amendment. If you want your kids to truly learn, give them the tools to succeed in life. If you want Americans to vote based on candidate ability and not pointless matters you must educate them while they are young– and hopefully they will pass that education on to their children. The future has to start today.

So, why did I want to pick this bone with “all” Americans, and not just the guilty ones?
Because everyone; big or small, black or white, American or Foreign, gay or straight, rich or poor, has the power to change the world. Start with one person, start with yourself.

If you’re still reading, thank you. I appreciate it. Spread the word.

Herding Cats: How My Mind Works

My husband is studying for his Medical Residency Boards, and I have to stay out of his hair. So what better way to do that than to blog? Those of you who know me know that I am hyper-active and constantly talking, so leaving him alone to study is like trying to herd cats. I have a problem though; I don’t have much literary inspiration at the moment. So I’m just going to type, and see where this goes. So, I re-read “Catcher in the Rye” yesterday, on the way home from a track meet in Indianapolis. It’s an odd book, but I like it. I like a lot of odd things. I re-read it because of John Lennon; for those of you who don’t know… the guy who shot John Lennon claimed that “Catcher in the Rye” was the reason. See, the narrator of the book is constantly throwing around words like “phony”, “hypocrite”, and “sonuvabitch”. So I guess this dude who shot Lennon thought he was “a phony”, I don’t agree with him though. It’s odd really, that so many peaceful people have been shot at; Martin Luther King Jr., Bob Marley, John Lennon, Malala Yousafzai—it’s ridiculous if you think about it… Man, this just got depressing. I’ll change the subject now.

Next I’m gonna read Hunter S. Thompson’s “Hells Angels”. I’m really looking forward to it. As I said, I like odd things. And Hunter S. Thompson is definitely one of the oddest people, ever maybe. You may not know who I’m talking about; he’s the guy Johnny Depp played in “Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas”, and “Rum Diaries”, both were books that Thompson wrote. I love how Thompson’s mind works, sure 97.9% of the time he’s hopped up on LSD, or on an acid trip, but so what? Steve Jobs once said that he had his best ideas when he was on an LSD trip. It’s not my style, but hey, if it works for them then I’m not gonna knock it. But even if I did knock using LSD it wouldn’t matter, Thompson and Jobs are both dead.

Hunter S. Thompson’s funeral was awesome; I wasn’t there, but I watched a video. He was cremated, and had his ashes put inside of a cannon that was placed atop a 153-foot tower, the cannon was inside of a double-thumbed fist clutching a peyote button. The cannon went off, spreading his ashes over his property, while Greenbaum’s “Spirit in the Sky” and Bob Dylan’s “Mr. Tambourine Man” played in the background. I don’t want to be cremated though.

Well, that’s all I can really think about right now. For those of you who are still reading, thanks, I appreciate it. A lot of people have told me I would like “Breaking Bad”, so I think I’m gonna check out Season 1 on Netflix.
Till next time.

The link below is a blog I wrote in “Gonzo Style” (Hunter S. Thompson style). Read and Enjoy!

“Going Gonzo: The Library Diaries”


Music Raised Me

“One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain.” (Bob Marley)

Daily Prompt: “What sort of music was played in your house when you were growing up? What effect, (if any) did it have on your musical tastes?”

Sometimes I feel like I was raised by music. I was fortunate in that sense.

My father sees music in a way that most people aren’t intelligent enough to see. He feels music.

My mother played vinyls; we had a turn table, but no CD player. We would turn it up as loud as we could, and the intoxicating sound of a raw album would turn our house into the Ryman.

I learned at an early age to appreciate music. Not just one type of music, but a wide variety. True appreciation comes from knowing where music came from…

For example, did you know that AC/DC stands for “Alternate Current/Direct Current”, or that the radio wouldn’t play Billie Holiday’s “Love For Sale” because the lyrics are about prostitution. Oddly, the only guy in ZZ Top who doesn’t have a beard is the drummer, Frank Beard. Also, Jimi Hendrix got the inspiration for “Purple Haze” after having a dream that he could walk underwater, and “Freebird” was dedicated to Duane Allman, of The Allman Brother’s band.

I love old music, when lyrics were really about something; Hank, Haggard, Marshal Tucker Band, and Jennings. The Eagles, Led Zeppelin, ZZ Top, and David Allen Coe, to name a few.

Breakthrough artists, the ones who had to break through walls to make their voices heard; like Elvis, Ray Charles, The Doors, Eminem, and Billie Holiday.

Then there are the people who changed the world with their music; Bob Dylan, Bob Marley, and John Lennon and the Beatles.

I love the way music can make you feel… It can wake you up, make you feel alive, empower you. I haven’t even skimmed the surface of my favorite bands, or genres. That would take a novel… Jazz, Soul, The Blues, Bluegrass, old school Rap, Jam, I love it all.

So, yes. Music molds me. And I wouldn’t want it any other way.