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.

Sunday, January 29, 2012

Same road new faces..

Yup....
Kinda know that feeling, where God just dredges up my most basic of fears..... and then asks me ...."Do You Trust Me?"
........................... Just where would i go, since it's more than apparent that YOU hold the words of life.....???
Holding onto Hope in the Process. Congregational response............. "Lord, have mercy"




Friday, January 20, 2012

Sh*t Austinites Say

"yeah after 911 i had to get outta Brooklyn". -
A friend sent this to me and i couldn't stop laughing for at least 15 min.

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Sinead O'Connor - This is a Rebel Song


This song and its English-Irish metaphor just haunted me this morning. That call of the Irish to be seen and welcomed, rather than cast off; the call for reconciling of hearts.  (Thanks Padraig O Tuama for posting on face book .... ) Rebel Love............ it's also a Fierce Love.
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I've been asked recently, about why i post random stuff on this blog..... I was a bit put off, as MOST the stuff i put up are things that just Radomly "trip my trigger" in some way; it happens to be the point of a blog. It's a diary. It's a journal. It's a place to flesh out things. It's a stage for laughter and weeping. It's a place to let my spirit soar a bit...

I grew up with an Irish grandmother, who's brogue cut through the house like a sharp knife when she was angry. God i loved that woman! She would slip out information when she was a bit tipsy, so i had learned of her love of England, in her mind; was unrequited.

So here are the lyrics.....

I love you my hard Englishman
Your rage is like a fist in my womb
Can't you forgive what you think I've done
And love me - I'm your woman
And I desire you my hard Englishman
And there is no more natural thing
So why should I not get loving
Don't be cold Englishman

How come you've never said you loved me
In all the time you've known me
How come you never say you're sorry
And I do

Ah, please talk to me Englishman
What good will shutting me out get done
Meanwhile crazies are killing our sons
Oh listen - Englishman
I've honored you - hard Englishman
Now I am calling your heart to my own
Oh let glorious love be done
Be truthful - Englishman

How come you've never said you loved me
In all the time you've known me
How come you never say you're sorry
And I do
I do