I'm still trying to sort out the Chrismation and what happened about a third of the way in....that feeling of peace that I am absolutely incapable of describing.

Sunday July 1st.
Liturgy.
Communion.
Healing.

"Of Thy Mystical Supper, O Son of God, accept me today as a communicant. For I will not speak of Thy Mystery to Thine enemies, neither like Judas will I give Thee a kiss; but like the thief will I confess Thee: "Remember me, O Lord, in Thy Kingdom." May the communion of Thy Holy Mysteries be neither to ( Read more... )

Saturday, June 30th.
Still looking for words.
Maybe later.

Indescribable peace.

I was wondering when the first moron would throw the first fire-cracker for July 4th. At 9:11 pm I heard it. No matter that July 4th is five days away. I'm not quite the "scrooge" though, I do understand the spirit; but why a week early? And it drives the poor cats crazy ( Read more... )

Fr. Victor called to ask me if my current job deadline would interfere with Chrismation and I was going to say yes just to avoid the whole thing but I told him no, it was still on. He asked if I had a sponsor and I said the person I asked declined after giving me a healthy dose of judgment. So I said seeing as I didn't need one I would just as soon ( Read more... )

I suppose with a week left in the Apostle's fast I'm beginning to get a little restless, so I thought I'd post some links to recipes. Some of these sites have gorgeous photographs as well as recipes. I can't remember whose sites I collected them from or whose journals so I didn't site where I first found the link. In fact, some of these links may ( Read more... )

I don't know where I heard it, if it was someone famous who said it or just an old saying whose roots are buried, but the idea of "work expanding to fill the allotted time" seems true. It is even spilling over into un-allotted time at my full and part-time jobs and the deadline to report information to the state is June 30th. So this upcoming week ( Read more... )

I found some poems by Naomi Shihab Nye.
Currently drained and fed up, so poetry helps.

"How do you know if you are going to die?"
I begged my mother.
We had been traveling for days.
With strange confidence she answered,
"When you can no longer make a fist." ( read the whole poem )

(Every now and then this passage comes to my mind for no reason that I can think of. I just like it.)

And Isaac went out to meditate in the field at the eventide: and he lifted up his eyes, and saw, and, behold, the camels were coming ( Read more... )

I wrote an angry email to lj yesterday complaining about the inability to post or comment and they said there was nothing they could do on an individual basis and other "techno-geek" babble. But today, it seems to be working. So......I'm updating with nothing much to say, just becuase it's working. I went to my nephew James' house and I noticed an ( Read more... )