Mama said there'd be days like this,
There'd be days like this,
My Mama said...
So I want to quit my job. Once again. I am really good at my job. I mean, I am really good at this job, but the people. Man, the people. They are as sick as the day is long. They act up, misbehave, are immature, crazy nitwits. Yes, this includes my husband at this point in my processing of emotion. Can ya tell I'm still smarting from today? Because I am. Have I talked to Michelle, no, I haven't. Do I know what the right thing to do is? Sortof. I think the right thing to do is not to do anything at all. I think the right thing to do is to call in sick tomorrow so I can calm down, take the time to find out what God wants me to do. If there are no thunderclouds or loud booming voices, I will just have to pray. And wait. (or some people call it meditating) I might have to go see a Harry Potter movie too. But that would be more about escape than about prayer or meditation.
Mom & Dad say go back to work like a big girl. Suck it up buttercup as my husband says. Maybe I am sick. Sick in the head and need to get better. Drama, drama, drama. I swear.
Maybe it is just one of those days. Like the song says.
Maybe tomorrow will be better, Mama says those days come too.
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Sunday, July 08, 2007
"Travel lightly, remember your purpose, offer peace"
This was the message this morning that Dena gave. It was based on the gospel reading: Luke 10:1-11,16-20. When I heard her read the passage (the lectors read old testament & letters to Paul, priest reads the gospel), I thought whoa, lotsawords. Her synopsis was on par for that section. Although I don't remember reading that in Luke. I remember the passage in Matthew that is more common place: Go ye therefore into all nations...evangelism is something I am not all that fond of because of some of the ways I have been exposed to it. I didn't grow up in a church of hell, fire and brimstone. If I did, I missed that part. I feel like I was taught that God is good. God is love. And sometimes things happen that we can't explain which is why we are not God and God is God. Generally, when I find someone come along and "WITNESS" to me, I find them immediately repugnant and henceforth keep my distance. There is an addiction that comes with religion for some people. It isn't pretty. Being raised the way I was raised makes me highly sensitive to the spiritually sick. I liked Dena's message because it sounded like the kind of evangelism I could participate in. Travel lightly, remember your purpose and offer peace. I like Christ because he keeps things simple. He didn't say go out and konk people over the head and tell them to be Christian or that they need to be a "better" Christian. It is about attraction not promotion. It is a healthy religion. Not one of violence or condemnation or judgement. That's my kind of spirituality.
Was formally asked to be a Daughter of the King today. It seems like my kind of spirituality too. It is an order of women in the Episcopal church that pray, study and worship to strengthen spiritual growth among themselves, their parish and their community. I can pray for people. It is one of the few services I am able to give. There is a three month process to go through before I would become a daughter, but I have been in great need of a group of women who study the Bible. I have prayed for that for a long while. These women all seem very wise, although they are also very old. They are recruiting younger women to continue their chapter. I think they would be good spiritual mentors. My kind of spirituality. They would teach me how to travel lightly, help me to remember my purpose as I went out to offer peace. My kind.
This was the message this morning that Dena gave. It was based on the gospel reading: Luke 10:1-11,16-20. When I heard her read the passage (the lectors read old testament & letters to Paul, priest reads the gospel), I thought whoa, lotsawords. Her synopsis was on par for that section. Although I don't remember reading that in Luke. I remember the passage in Matthew that is more common place: Go ye therefore into all nations...evangelism is something I am not all that fond of because of some of the ways I have been exposed to it. I didn't grow up in a church of hell, fire and brimstone. If I did, I missed that part. I feel like I was taught that God is good. God is love. And sometimes things happen that we can't explain which is why we are not God and God is God. Generally, when I find someone come along and "WITNESS" to me, I find them immediately repugnant and henceforth keep my distance. There is an addiction that comes with religion for some people. It isn't pretty. Being raised the way I was raised makes me highly sensitive to the spiritually sick. I liked Dena's message because it sounded like the kind of evangelism I could participate in. Travel lightly, remember your purpose and offer peace. I like Christ because he keeps things simple. He didn't say go out and konk people over the head and tell them to be Christian or that they need to be a "better" Christian. It is about attraction not promotion. It is a healthy religion. Not one of violence or condemnation or judgement. That's my kind of spirituality.
Was formally asked to be a Daughter of the King today. It seems like my kind of spirituality too. It is an order of women in the Episcopal church that pray, study and worship to strengthen spiritual growth among themselves, their parish and their community. I can pray for people. It is one of the few services I am able to give. There is a three month process to go through before I would become a daughter, but I have been in great need of a group of women who study the Bible. I have prayed for that for a long while. These women all seem very wise, although they are also very old. They are recruiting younger women to continue their chapter. I think they would be good spiritual mentors. My kind of spirituality. They would teach me how to travel lightly, help me to remember my purpose as I went out to offer peace. My kind.
Wednesday, July 04, 2007
Happy Fourth!
Don't buy a fifth on the third for the fourth.
In celebration of all those have an opinion about politics, religion or any other damn thing they want to opinionate about, have a great day honoring the country you live in that gives you that right to be opinionated. I celebrated mostly on Saturday at Lake Burton. There were fireworks that were better than any other fireworks in the country up there, in my opinion. There was a bag pipe player who while we were waiting on the display to begin played America the Beautiful and everyone cheered. Then there was a million dollar home that played Fanfare for the Common Man by Aaron Copeland and everyone stopped and looked stupid because everyone thought that was the theme for the Olympics, why would they play that for the Fourth of July display? Uneducated rats. I should have jumped off the boat. I was the only person on our boat who knew why that piece was significant. No one else could even identify it as the Olympic Theme. I felt different from all of them and was ready to go hangout with my study partner from ASC who we both laughed out loud when our professor played Rodeo as the first piece on our final exam. Beef its whats for dinner. It takes a special person to laugh at a music because we know what it is not because we studied but because it is a basis for our very being. Music flows in every ounce of my body. I hate silence, unless it is scored that way. Play me something that will make my heart rise in my chest and make me proud. Play me something that makes me feel like I am soaring on clouds. Play me something that makes me cry. Play me something that makes me laugh out loud. Play me something that makes me sing, with my windows down, sun on my face and moves me from this earth elsewhere.
Anyone who does not have something like that in their life is missing out on life, in my opinion. My parents are players and conductors of music. My brother is a singer. I am a listner, for now. I used to be a player. I used to be so moved when I played something well. Although, as soon as I get a piano again, I will too participate in that music. John & I are going to look for one today. I think music is one of the best things my parents gave me. That and an intimate look at faith. Turns out the two are intertwined.
Listen to your favorite American musician today. That's the best way to celebrate the Fourth of July, in my opinion. God Bless America.
Don't buy a fifth on the third for the fourth.
In celebration of all those have an opinion about politics, religion or any other damn thing they want to opinionate about, have a great day honoring the country you live in that gives you that right to be opinionated. I celebrated mostly on Saturday at Lake Burton. There were fireworks that were better than any other fireworks in the country up there, in my opinion. There was a bag pipe player who while we were waiting on the display to begin played America the Beautiful and everyone cheered. Then there was a million dollar home that played Fanfare for the Common Man by Aaron Copeland and everyone stopped and looked stupid because everyone thought that was the theme for the Olympics, why would they play that for the Fourth of July display? Uneducated rats. I should have jumped off the boat. I was the only person on our boat who knew why that piece was significant. No one else could even identify it as the Olympic Theme. I felt different from all of them and was ready to go hangout with my study partner from ASC who we both laughed out loud when our professor played Rodeo as the first piece on our final exam. Beef its whats for dinner. It takes a special person to laugh at a music because we know what it is not because we studied but because it is a basis for our very being. Music flows in every ounce of my body. I hate silence, unless it is scored that way. Play me something that will make my heart rise in my chest and make me proud. Play me something that makes me feel like I am soaring on clouds. Play me something that makes me cry. Play me something that makes me laugh out loud. Play me something that makes me sing, with my windows down, sun on my face and moves me from this earth elsewhere.
Anyone who does not have something like that in their life is missing out on life, in my opinion. My parents are players and conductors of music. My brother is a singer. I am a listner, for now. I used to be a player. I used to be so moved when I played something well. Although, as soon as I get a piano again, I will too participate in that music. John & I are going to look for one today. I think music is one of the best things my parents gave me. That and an intimate look at faith. Turns out the two are intertwined.
Listen to your favorite American musician today. That's the best way to celebrate the Fourth of July, in my opinion. God Bless America.
Sunday, July 01, 2007
Birthdays are funny things. I remember celebrating like crazy as a kid. I had a barbie birthday, a coca-cola birthday, a hey I'm three birthday. Today I had an Ann Taylor birthday. I figure if we are going to have labels for the birthdays...I was in the midst of a crazy sale and bought two pairs of pants and five tops for under $100 bucks. Can't beat that with a stick. That is what my husband got me for my birthday. My brother got me a double disk set of Les Miserable and a cool Wonder Woman card. My parents sent me a singing chickens e-card. My girlfriend LAA sent me a card and my Mother-in-law sent me a dollar for every year I am old and I got $30 bucks! I am 31. HA! Isn't that funny?
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