So I decided to change the name of my blog from Mom, Poet, Dreamer to I Think I Hatched From a Pod.
When I started this blog a few days ago, I just wanted it up and running, and I knew I needed a bit of time to mull over what I actually wanted to label my daily musings. Last night, lying in bed with my thoughts racing in all directions (as usual), it came to me. I am constantly telling people that I think I was hatched from a pod, and not birthed from a human. Ergo, that seemed the perfect name for this blog.
Let me give you some of the reasons why this title suits me and my ramblings. Is anyone even out there? I don't know that anyone will ever actually care to read my thoughts, but if so, I sure hope to get some feedback as to whether or not there are people out there in the world who are even remotely like me!
1) I always felt like I was completely different - even alien - from my family. My views and opinions on nearly every subject were nothing like those of my brother, mom, dad, grandparents, cousins...I would get to talking at length on a subject like quantum theory, spirituality, the supernatural, great books I was absolutely passionate about, music and the way certain voices, instruments and chord progressions would bring me to tears...then I would realize the person I was talking to had gotten that look on his or her face. The look of glazed over eyes combined with deer in the headlights mixed with a dash of detachment. There would be an awkward cough or laugh, and a quick excuse to escape or change to a more mundane topic of conversation. I quickly learned to keep quiet most of the time.
2) My belief system is a crazy mixed-up hodgepodge of things that, as I've been told on many occasions, makes absolutely no sense. I believe in God, angels, and that souls are eternal. I believe that there are spirits who roam the earth. I believe that God, or the Divine, knows each of our hearts individually. I believe in the sacred Mother Earth and the natural healing abilities in it and ourselves. I believe we are all connected. I believe in the power of meditation. I believe there is a reason for every single thing that happens. There is more but you get the idea.
3) I feel very strongly that we should stop viewing hatred as being more acceptable than love. We are capable of so much love - many different types of love, for many different types of people. I feel like we are so brainwashed by the idea that there is a finite number of people that we should feel love for, and that the emotion of love is stained by assumptions of sexual attraction, perversion, infidelity, disloyalty. Love is a GOOD thing, people!! And just because I love my friend John Doe, that does not mean I love my husband any less - because it's not the same kind of love. I am extremely bothered by this, and by the fact that almost NOBODY gets what I'm talking about.
4) I like animals more than humans. They keep it real.
5) Music is so integral to my life. I am made extremely emotional by certain songs, and of all different genres. I wrote a paper in my Sophomore year of high school on music and its effect of me. I wrote that when I put on my headphones and listened to the song "Fade to Black" by Metallica in my darkened bedroom at night, I could feel all the tension release from my body. My breathing slowed, my mind relaxed, and I became immersed in the music. I felt peace. My teacher gave me a C on my paper, saying that it was impossible to be made peaceful and relaxed by a heavy metal song. I was passionately incensed, and he changed my grade to an A.
6) I compose poetry in my mind constantly.
7) I find cemeteries fascinating.
8) I want to be a paranormal investigator.
9) I dream of living in a remote forest hideaway or one room beach cabana.
10) I want to travel with a famous band/musician and sing backup.
OK, it's late and my thoughts are getting far too random. However, I have given you several examples of why I feel so odd and different from most people. No, I did not hatch from a pod. To my eternal discomfort my mother has reminded my frequently throughout my 39 years just EXACTLY where I came from. In graphic detail *shudders* But somewhere in the back of my mind is the constant tickling whisper of " A pod! A pod! You came from a pod!!!"