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.

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Werner Herzog reads Adam Mansbach & Ricardo Cortes book "Go the F**k to ...

If you are easily offended by profanity, please, don't hit play (you people KNOW who you are- so spare me). If you are a parent, hats off to you, please know how amazing you are!

I kinda think because i'm talking to G-D at really LATE...odd hours perhaps ...... G-D might just be saying the same to me some nights.

Friday, June 24, 2011

John Gorka "The Gypsy Life"

"Like a tree without the growing space you will be taking from below and from above......"
I think this is one of my favorite John Gorka songs. Still one of the most amazing writers .....

Encouragement Pass it on!

Now why can't we just have a sermon like this in Church? short, but a bunch of layers.

Thursday, June 23, 2011


Wow, this got to me today... ... ... their willingness in their honesty.
My answer would be: the time i waste and have wasted, when i live and walk dictated by fear.

Monday, June 20, 2011

"White Owl" by Josh Garrels

This is for Lee today! Enjoy my friend. xo I so love Josh Garrels stuff and this animation is profound and beautiful.

Sunday, June 19, 2011

The End of the World - The Jesus Trip

This is such a needed Video on so many levels. I really would love it to go Viral in a positive manner. Way to bring it home John! thou doth rock!

Saturday, June 18, 2011

Natalie Merchant - Verdi Cries

Was thinking of this song today, somewhere it was triggered in my memory... i used to cover this on occasion. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Thursday, June 09, 2011

Harry Baker 2

Sorry for the sideways vid....... it was the first time i was actually playing with my new phone... so close your eyes and listen. Nice one Harry.

Saturday, June 04, 2011

Natalie Merchant- I May Know the Word

sometimes a song just nails it...............
I really struggle with this issue........ yet, i'm too passionate on matters to let things go UNSAID........ so i really stand in the gap/middle space....... and often just say part of my heart.
So if you've seen me in those spaces........ i'm praying for deliverance.
I MAY KNOW THE WORD.......... and not say it.......... this might be the time, but i might waste it....... this might be the hour...... SOME ONE MOVE, SOME ONE PROVE ME WRONG...............
If i'm on my knees.................. i'm :
night until the day................. standing in the grey.

Ok - first and foremost... please google NAKED PASTOR... David is brilliant and is part of the reason for this post!!!

I know i have a sick sense of humour- the reason i’m using the Brit version of HUMOUR is cuz for most situations, U is missing in the context of some of that! Actually, i was taught phonetics and i’d spell that fo-net-icks in grammar school (yeah, the “grammar” part should be the pun already there)-  but ... 
My Dad was part English and part Italian - and when i asked him to correct my spelling he agreed that the U should be in words like colour, behaviour and humour, is heard... and should be there, and it’s just the american version of such is what is screwed up.
But getting back to the M.A.S.H like chuckle.  
I really can’t help it, i usually have a lil voice in my head that has an under-currant of tag lines running almost ceaselessly, when i’m in every day dialogue.  That could be ode to growing up in a North Eastern State as well- but that would bring in the nature vs. nature debate.
But this has caused me significant discomfort- (aka- trouble) in “christian community”. 
Mostly cuz it’s been called “sarcastic” -  which in many situations is quite accurate.  (i had a friend ask me to give up “sarcasm” for lent, and it lasted all of 15 minutes, i must say, that was longer than “said person” could give up their ego, which was my lent-ant challenge back)
I’d like to say, it’s mostly more “ironic” than “sarcastic”...  
It’s been my way of mitigating the blatantly apparent discrepancies  in context as to “what should be” and “what is” on many matters.
It’s also the only way i’ve maintained somewhat sanity - (yes, Jury is still out on that matter)  But.. truth be told... hand on heart and all that jazz, it is my coping mechanism.
It’s how i deal with the Pauline lament: “what i do i don’t want to do and what i don’t do i want to”....  yes, that was so loosely translated, i need someone to come hammer a tent peg in the ground.
But REALLY-  think of it..... from birth we are pushed into the light, slapped into breathing, hopefully without forceps and we live ... , eat, drink, cry, laugh and then by death- forced into the light, hopefully without celestial forceps! 
What’s in the GAP-  
the WILL........ Will of man vs. Will of God. 
There is a shit load of humour in that gap space.
My life experience has been filled with all the “versa”.  - Faith vs. Unbelief, Acceptance vs. Rejection, Love vs. Hate, Tender Touches vs. Sexual/Physical/Emotional abuse, Work vs. Play, Hope vs. Despair, Laughing vs. Crying, Excitement vs. Mundane-  yeah, you get the point.  So what’s in the middle besides mitigating?  How do we mitigate or negotiate these apparent contrasts and occasionally juxtapositions?
My first comparative was Faith vs. Unbelief, and i say that because i’m fighting the Disbelief.....
If i couldn’t make fun, laugh, pun at, sarcastically raise an eyebrow on most of it... i’d be wallowing in disbelief.  For me, that is far more dangerous than “unbelief”, because if i just didn’t believe, it would be so much easier.  However, disbelief raises all sorts of flags in my spirit, because it means i want to believe, but i’ve resigned myself that i can’t because of all the discrepancies.
So instead of being the Jeremiah prophet beating the church with a sledge hammer of conviction weighted by guilt; i sorta rib it enough to remind of the dirt and bone that it was originally formed.
i do really long to see the fullness of which it was all originally intended.  However, due to my tent making day job and the stuff i’ve seen go down in the Body...... big B there, if i’m not pulling punches or taking the piss outta of it, i’d be outta the game.
It maybe a sarcastic grin or a ironic chuckle- but if i don’t laugh, i’d be crying on many matters, and i save that for intercession.
Which considering i do that a lot, i’m only praying the tears i sow, in prayer, on this dry ground of experience, brings forth some life.
till then, i’ll quote my favourite Clown Prophet.... “fuck’em if they can’t take a joke!”

Joy can never be negative....

Joy can never be negative - yeah that was intentionally written that way.
So i was playing with the "negative" option on my phone's camera and this actually was a bright yellow lily on my kitchen table-    just a wee bit of garden June Joy.

Wednesday, June 01, 2011

John Gorka "Let Them In"

I know it's past memorial day.... but for many people "Memorial Day" is only one day - in the many lonely days of remembering.
I think John nails this one...... such a heart prayer.

by John Gorka
"Let Them In was made into song by John Gorka from a poem found in a hospital in the Philippines during World War II. The nurse that found the poem kept it all these years until the recent war brought out all the memorabilia. Luckily, her daughter sent a copy to John"

Let them in, Peter
They are very tired
Give them couches where the angels sleep
And light those fires

Let them wake whole again
To brand new dawns
Fired by the sun not wartime's
Bloody guns

May their peace be deep
Remember where the broken bodies lie
God knows how young they were
To have to die
God knows how young they were
To have to die

So give them things they like
Let them make some noise
Give dance hall bands not golden harps
To these our boys

And let them love, Peter
For they've had no time
They should have trees and bird songs
And hills to climb

The taste of summer in a ripened pear
And girls sweet as meadow wind
With flowing hair

And tell them how they are missed
But say not to fear
It's gonna be alright
With us down here

Let them in, Peter
Let them in, Peter
Let them in, Peter