Blogging is a Moving Meditation.

BLOGGING as a MOVING MEDITATION: Liminality's thin passage untangles as it weaves, fits in the ineffable nooks and crannies of my heart's prayer wall, like the cracks in pavement, mile markers on the road, windblown whimsical napkin poems written in eyeliner.

Thursday, September 30, 2010

Benjamin Dunn - Album Update and Sample

So here's what Ben is up to! Nice one dude.. i like the title of it! I REALLLLLLLY like it. THE CIRCUS OF LOVE... kewl concept! I can't wait to hear it! Ok so go buy a CD peeps and spread the LOVE!

School DAZE

Wow... i just finished my last project for School...  which was a business plan for my up and coming private practice as a Massage Therapist/Bodyworker.   It’s been on the back burner of procrastination stirring with the spoon of dread.  

My brain so doesn’t work like that... i’ve never had a business mind.  I’m good at the vision parts of things and brain storming creative aspect, but the nuts and bolts of cost assessment, comparative analysis ... yada yada gave me more agida than any tums could squelch. 

It’s been a year of school while also working; and to be quite honest a helluvahalotta study, projects and exams!  

My brain is knackered, but i still have states boards with which to contend. (that and finishing up internship.. only 20 more massages to go!) 

I think the most frustrating part for me was the lack of personal time to do the things i love, like writing, hanging with friends, going to hear live music, chill time to do absolutely NOTHING and so forth.   On some levels instead of feeling like i was burning the candle the proverbial “both ends”, it’s felt more like i’ve been a menorah.  I know just living has more than one plate in which to spin, but i’ll give anyone kudos when they tell me that they are working AND going to school.  
I wasn’t even working full time, but it sure as hell felt like it.  
This is not so much of a kvetch as it is looking back over this last year and being thankful for God’s grace in the process and feeling a sigh of relief that it’s almost concluded. 
Now i’m looking at what’s next.  I’ve kinda stopped asking the why parts of having to go back to school to do what i’ve been doing for 15+ years.  I’ve made a lot of cool connections and met some amazing people along this part of my journey.  

For now, i’d like to get some projects done that are a bit more playful and creative as well as having a yard sale.  I’m in the mood to go through everything i have and ask the questions.....  is this of value, do i have need of it, what could it be worth and what could i do with the proceeds that has more value?  (besides for wanting to buy a Iphone)  That one is frustrating cuz i hate AT&T- the rates just seem too high ... and again, at present, i’m asking what is really needed when there is so much need around me.  So cleaning up clutter in the natural does set things in motion to clearing the clutter in the Spirit too. 

I’m looking forward to some free time... (just as soon as i’m done with boards and internshit ;-) ummm and perhaps a IPhone.

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

God's Cricket Chorus (sample)

I think this is just cool beans.....

Jim Wilson & David Carson - God's Cricket Chorus (1992).

The story behind GOD'S CRICKETS.

This unusual recording contains two tracks:
1. the natural sound of crickets chirping
2. the sound of the crickets slowed down to match and mirror the length of the average lifespan of a human being.

The angelic chorus you hear accompanying the sound of the crickets is NOT a synthesizer or a chorus singing. It's the crickets themselves (slowed down) creating the effect. Really an amazing thing they've accomplished here. This recording can be played continuously in the background to create a natural soothing atmosphere for calming and healing.

This recording has been created by Jim Wilson.

This recording is an extended digitally remixed and mastered version taken from the original 1992 recording entitled "Ballad of the Twisted Hair" from the album "Medicine Songs" by David Carson and Little Wolf Band produced by Jim Wilson and released on Raven Records.

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Bob Jones 2011 The year of The Roaring Lion

Bob has been one of the most accurate prophetic voices i have heard in 15 years. I think this one does have some major heat on it. HE's been speaking to my heart about HIS Roar for over 3 years now... it's been a really hard season for most. There has been much hurt, much despair and much heart break. When i heard this today, i just wept. The sowing part really hit me... not to quit.
Let the vibrations from the Roar of the Lion of Judah go forth.........

Sunday, September 05, 2010

New York Trip- Time to stomp with some Grace!

Wow ... Finally have some sit down time to ponder my NYC trip.
Far too long since i was able to wander around old stomping grounds and it was really good for my soul to feel the strength of the North East. 
I was staying with Anthony and Michele out in Hempstead, Long Island.  (about a 20 min. train ride to NYC- and one of the oldest    English settlements in Nassau County)-  
To it’s credit also has a English/American Pub, “CROXLEY ALES”, to which i frequented for some MUCH needed decompressing!  
Thank you Anthony for that gem, and i’m still gonna expand your beer palate.  I really liked the English/American combo aspects of it... complete with servings in a real PINT and a side of “wings”.  It also had proper fish and chips as well as shepherds pie; none of which i fancied at the time, as i was getting my fill of amazing Greek/Italian at their house.
(Michele you are an amazing cook and i love your kitchen!)

HA! i guess one of the things i was craving, besides the cooler weather and nostalgic moments, was the food! (oh and a lil POOL!)
Bagels....... I mean the way only New York can make ‘em, filled with the pride of generations!
Pizza......  with the “spirit of competition”!  That meaning, family’s that have been perfecting their craft to be the “best in the area”; with the feeling of a truly “family business”, complete with the strong voice, bickering and shall we say “attitude”. 
I cannot fail to mention the Greek food in Astoria, which is Michele’s stomping ground.  Really nice lil cafe there, though the food, according to Michele was not up to Greek perfection standard, had amazing coffee frappe; which was perfect for the rainy Sunday jaunt. 

The thing is about Cities for me... is more the relationships there.  Don’t get me wrong, i’d jump at the chance to go to Paris or Belgium in a heart beat, just that, what gets my heart beating faster is the love in fellowship/friendship.  

So it was lovely to “touch in” with Anthony and the family and hanging out with my 9 year old niece Christianna.  It had been 5 years since we hugged and my skin didn’t know how much it was missing those deep embraces till i actually got there!
Christianna had not been to the top of the Empire State Building, so one of her requests was to have that “experience” with me.  Yes, i’m quoting, a 9 year old .... “Aunt Cat’rin this is special cuz we’re gonna have an “experience” togeddah!”  Yes, she cracks me up as she is 9 with a 15 year old vocabulary, complete with a very thick New York accent.  Anthony and i kept shooting each other “looks” as we stood in the endless queuing, looking at rows and rows of KITCH CHACHKA!!!!    Yes, if you are NOT familiar with that wording..... go google.  
It was a nice venture out, that was fully completed by Anthony’s erratic driving skills extraordinaire.  We made an illegal U-turn that turned into a K-turn, ‘bout to go into the tunnel out of NYC, and he scared the living shit out of a bus driver as well as the peeps in it, as he came with in inches of T-boning the bus.  Talk about alphabet soup driving.... U turns K turns T!  Christianna was yelling in the back seat... “Dad, waddu’ah do’in, we’re gawna die!”

Then there was the Gerbil escapade!  They had gotten 4 lil fella’s for Christianna to have as pets.  A dog was an option, but that’s not until they get rid of the grandmother.  (long story- trust me)
The endless parental warnings as to what NOT to do to the poor critters led to no avail, when one of ‘em, after some rough and tumble, was on the floor bleeding from the mouth and trying to crawl with half it’s body functioning.   (did i mention it was the grandmother’s ... the one that she wanted)  Ummmm, long to short, well sorta...  
Christianna was in pieces thinking she had just killed the poor guy, while Anthony and Michele were reeling in the throws of how to make this "OK," while sharing the non-verbal communication of.... “we KNEW this was gonna happen”.
I am making light of it now, but during it was not pretty.
So Michele went on to brain storm as to how to get another critter that “looked the same” to replace the battle fallen rodent.
In the mean time, Christianna was praying to Jesus to save it’s life so that her grandmother wouldn’t hate her for the rest of her life.  While Anthony was giving psychological counseling in Rambo style... “yer gawna have to give gram’ma one of yer other ones, you took a life, now yer gawna have to give one.”
Needless to say, we were ALL praying!  Anthony then picked up the lil guy, and i said, “dude it’s in misery, either pray for healing, or ... you know.”  
I guess the prayer took, cuz while he was about to gently cease it’s breathing, it started to move, and when put on the ground, started running about.
We were all a bit wide eyed and just at that time, Michele came home with the “twin”.        
Suffice to say, there are now 5 ‘lil critters and a happy child and i was wondering about Anthony’s “Wigglesworth” skills. 
That was the first of the little drama’s that cluttered my trip.
I had a grand time hanging with Becky Garrison jaunting around  “Battery Park”, looking at such obscure lil niche spots as a memorial to the “irish potato famine” and a tucked away Jewish Labyrinth!   All the while dialoguing on what’s “emerging” in Christendom, with some serious cheeky banter. 
Plus having a freebee “Staten Island Ferry” ride, just ‘fer good measure and catching some off shore breezes.

I had to ponder at the 9/11 Twin Towers hole in the ground.  All the barricades STILL present.  Made me wonder about how long it takes for ground to heal and people to rebuild.   It’s not like the obvious HOLE isn’t somewhat representative of many things still not restored.  I have to say, i was a bit sickened by the stuff they were selling at St. Paul’s Chapel; making money off of other’s scars.  I understand, that it’s “The little chapel that stood” admits the violent storm that happened that day and stands in a place of memorial, however, i can’t get past that “children’s story book” about the account that is selling in the store.  end kvetch.
On my return trip back to Anthony & Michele’s i had my bag lost...  i’ll say that cuz i’m not sure if i left it or it was nicked, as there was a dodgy fella next to me, and my radar to surroundings is more than high generally.  After canceling all my credit cards and now facing being 2 more days in New York with no cash and no credit------- thankfully it was found, and i had to travel out to Brooklyn to get it.   (lacking my cash, but still the rest of the contents in place, that was nothing short of a miracle!)
After that lil jaunt... got to spend the afternoon with my oldest and dearest friend, Billy Francis, aka  Captain Francis of the Salvation Army in Times Square. 

Dang that’s got some history to it.... (a tad too personal to share here, and that’s say’in something; suffice to say we were childhood sweethearts in a very tenuous time in our lives)  
47th & 8th- wow, that brings back so many memories! OMG!
Last time i was there it was a dump!  Now it’s a vibrant worship center with the sound of multicultural lil feet dancing and singing.  Billy, you and i both know that it was and is a portent of what God can do with things when we give HIM permission in our hearts and lives!!!!  God’s an expert in transformational work eh??????
Spending time with Billy and his amazingly beautiful wife Annalise touched a space in my soul that i didn’t know needed touching.  It was the place of old and new with the consistency of Grace that is soooo lacking in this world.  (esp. in Christendom)
It was also the same with Anthony and Michele...   rich & deep, sharing life across kitchen tables.  Being able to touch in and travel and still find “home” there.  I’m gobsmacked and astounded at how deep it goes.  (even in the drama’s of everyday life)
I’m truly grateful for those spaces ... thin places of being, where friendship and grace melt like fragrant oil and hot wax, filling the room with an intoxicating flame.
Spending time with friends that have walked with me in some very troublesome and yet GLORIOUS spot.  

I guess that pretty much sums up my trip. 
Grace that covers time and space.
Thank you so much Anthony and Michele for grace that covers on that trip.  You guys are such a deep part of my spiritual family.  i love you.
oh... and kinda liked this oxymoron:
'sum classic Jewish cheek!- ONLY IN NYC!

Saturday, September 04, 2010

John & Caroline's Adventures!

Our friends John & Caroline Cienki did some volunteer work @ CASA De NINOS, which is an orphanage in Mexico, for a month this summer. I loved the line on fixing the water piping system "that had been personally designed by satan". (i KNOW that had to be a "john comment!")
Thanks guys for putting this together and sharing your experience and your hearts... i know those kids got blessed amazingly. I love the servants hearts you carry and how you are ALWAYS looking for ways to bless those that "don't have", even when you're living a bit skint. Your Friendship has blessed us tremendously! We love you!!!!!!!!!!!!!