this is the last of 'em. from here on out, it's fresh baked piping hot musings ripe for the slicing. man bread is good.
August 14, 2011 A.D.
this morning i woke up teetering on the fence between grouchy land and dazzling life sparkle world. i mulled it over with some morning ice coffee, teddy grahams and nutella. i contemplated bumming around the house and going to night Mass, but i love starting Sunday with mass and ending it with bumming around. the inverse seeming so organically wrong, i put on my flowery red dress, a jean jacket, and a better tude. and then it happened. i opened my front door, then pushed back the screen door (we have a screen door, too, and i LOVE the screen door too because when those fall breezes start a blowin’...well you get the idea. plus they are just legit). i looked up and was completely dazzled by the brilliance of the sun, unexpected because all morning had been cloudy to this point, and the sky bursting with clouds. the heavens, to sum it up, were heavenly. and God, with a little breath of wind, knocked me clear off that fence into dazzling life sparkle world. and i was ready to make my Sunday tour.
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| the heavens proclaiming the glory of God |
you know how i had to leave my favorite perfect beautiful street down in texas to do the unspeakable, what no texan would ever willingly believe could happen to them, and move to the east coast? well, God, being the Good, gave me a new street. nothing will EVER replace the street in my texas heart, but God expands our hearts and He is making plenty of room to embrace a new street in my little thumper. He didn’t get too crazy, mind you. my street is called winding creek west, and new street is simply called west. and i am into simple these days. so west works. and you know what they say...go west young (wo)man. and so i do.
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| i love cemeteries and i love that one starts my walk down west |
there is no one adequate adjective to describe that walk i receive the joy of taking anytime i have no car access (rather frequently these days) so i will go with delightful. it fills me, my heart, my eyes, my nose, my ears and my entire being with delight. i am happy to be alive amidst the smiling sunflowers, whispering willows, cinnamon scented roses, rain drop glistening lilies, steel magnolias, ever-blooming clouds, and the thousands of other beauties that i cannot name but still can know and smell and touch. this street beckons me as my street did, but their are more voices on this street. they ask me to come be their playmate, friend, and partake in their lovely feast. and i can do nothing but what they bid me do.
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| i thought this was the perfect yard when i saw the weeping willow, but then i saw the white fence and was like psh. over it...as in i am a TOTAL sucker for the white fence. it is so george bailey lassos the moon. |
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i promise you these roses smell like cinnamon.
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| portrait of a girl unafraid to personify cliches. |
and then at the end of my delightful walk, there is the Greatest and Truest Love patiently and humbly waiting for me. Jesus in the Eucharist. there is the Maker of the beauty that i yearn to consume offering Himself to be consumed. and He bids me come, take and eat. and i can do nothing but what He bids me do.
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| have i mentioned that i am obsessed with the fact that i can walk to my church? consider it mentioned. |
and after that, i get to walk home. and i get to rejoice with my friends down west street, and we glorify our Creator for His Beauty, Mercy, Love and Goodness. for creating us for this love and beauty.
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| in love with what rain does for life |
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| this is how you make friends with hydrangeas |
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| oh hey, don't worry, i found the portal to narnia so we can check that off the falls church to do list. |
and then i get to come home to a brother and a sister who are wonderful and lovely and examples of Christ’s love to me. and we pray together. and we laugh together. and we fight. and we forgive.
and then bubba leaves for new york with china as his chaffeur to the train and i am left to wrestle with the internet in a thus far futile attempt to start a real fake blog. as in it is still fake because i cannot work that pinnochio magic on it and make it real. and then i blammed my head doing some fancy foot work in the alcove and i was ready to give up. then God’s grace abounded.
now i am totally mellow. a few thin wheats submerged in chipotle salsa and a couple of yuenglings later, and i am still in dazzling life sparkle world. and i have every intention of watching home alone at some point tonight. and why, do you ask, would i do such a zany thing? could it be the award-winning dialogue?
kevin: did i burn down the joint? i don’t think so. i was making ornaments out of fish hooks.
or another classic
kevin: buzz, your girlfriend, woof.
or is it because it’s Sunday and on Sunday it’s about joy and love and celebrating the Resurrection? and if that includes being a little prematurely excited about the Advent season that will be upon us in only a few (as in 4) months, then so be it?
the answer: yes and yes.
cheers! Sunday is for Joy. so enJoy it. i had to. i’m sorry.
He is Risen! Alleluia!
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