No Sense of Sisterhood

I realize it's MY arrogance meeting the world's, but while I was shootin' the breeze with almost 90 year old Phyllis, she said to me,

<<It's not that those people without masks are idiots, dasch, it's that they're arrogant. "There's nothing wrong with me, I am asymptomatic, therefore I'm fine." They have no sense of sisterhood, they have no sense of civic or moral duty. That's not idiocy, that's the Sin of Pride that could get us all killed.>>

back to the primordial hum

I have to remember in all of this, with everything swirling, my SpidySense of wanting to scream and scofflaws from the highest heights, that JUDGMENT has always been the pebble in my shoe, and at the beginning of this Lenten Journey, I was goin' pretty great guns and then some old burr got stuck again under my saddle and started festering. I was obsessing on that person during a worship service, FORCING myself to pray blessings down on his head, and I heard just as clear as day god saying, HEY ! WHY ARE YOU CONCENTRATING ON HIM ! YOU SHOULD BE CONCENTRATING ON ME !

and so I go back to the primordial hum, the sound the Holy Spirit made as she hovered over the universe before The Activation, the sound that reverberates throughout the cosmos: Ohm. Remembering the silent bit as we breathe in Holy Spirit power just before the release of the Holy Sound.

Why are you looking outside, indeed. You should be concentrating on God. #selah xoxo

Where Is Your Mask ?!

filo/Getty Images from NPR 

Please read, from NPR, Scientists Probe How Coronavirus Might Travel Through The Air. April 3, 2020, Nell Greenfieldboyce here: https://bit.ly/2020-04-03-Bioaerosols

#MASKSMASKSMASKSMASKS #StayHome

Listen, being around someone right now is like having nookie in the age of AIDS: you're not just nookie-ing with this one person, you're nookie-ing with every other person that person has nookied with, number one. Number two: I'll go with "they don't know anything, we don't know anything," but the science shows that staying home, period, #FlattenTheCurve, right? so riddle me this, BatGirl, WHY DOES THIS VIRUS SPREAD SO QUICKLY, then and how. HOW is it this contagious, please ?! Could it be that it's bioaerosols during breathing and not droplets during hurling ??

<< "Currently available research supports the possibility that SARS-CoV-2 could be spread via bioaerosols generated directly by patients' exhalation," says a letter from the committee chair. By bioaerosols, they are referring to fine particles emitted when someone breathes that can be suspended in the air rather than larger droplets produced through coughs and sneezes. >>

Know why you should wear a mask? 'Cause that Idiot Cheetoh won't. How bout that, for no other reason. ugh. please. we have relatives facing death, risking their lives, EVERY DAY for us, healthy sitting where we are. WEAR a MASK. STAY inSIDE. this isn't cute, and it doesn't matter where you live, or how much Pascal lamb blood you spread on your doorposts and lintel, the Destroying Angel is going to PASS BY eventually, just wear a mask to make sure he doth PASS OVER your head.

Stay Safe. Stay Healthy. Stay HOME. "Stay sane inside insanity. ~ The Rocky Horror Picture Show

xoxo

The Abyss, Ellis Rosen, The New Yorker

Ho-sanna, Hey-sanna, sanna, sanna, Ho

Seriously, other than the Indigo Girls version isn't this what's going through all of our heads? I know it is mine. LONDON version, baybee, the first record I purchased with my own money, DOUBLE ALBUM ! baybee ! #ClassOf70 xoxo

<Sing me a song, but not for me alone. Sing out for yourselves for you are bles-sed. There is not one of you who cannot win the kingdom: the slow, the suffering, the quick, the dead.>

Real version --> https://youtu.be/wsKLXFlhk7s
Thommie Walsh version --> https://youtu.be/BPi2r2j70Zc?t=9
Indigo Girls version --> https://youtu.be/m2eruleLL_Y

GORGEOUS ! Holy Week with St. John's Episcopal Cathedral, Los Angeles

Whether you're a Vampire, or just love Father Ade, or simply long for GORgeous liturgy, we gotcha covered. You can celebrate Holy Week LIVE at 10pm most nights (or playback at your convenience) with the community of St. John's Episcopal Cathedral, Los Angeles !

All Times Eastern "Daylight" Time

• Palm Sunday 2pm
• Holy Tues: Evening Prayer 10pm
• Holy Wed: Compline influenced by Tenebrae 10pm
• Maundy Thursday: Eucharist 10pm
• Good Friday: solemn liturgy of our Lord’s Passion 3pm
• Good Friday: Solemn Compline 10pm
• Easter Vigil, Saturday evening 10pm

     +A Service of Light and Readings for the Vigil of Easter
     +Lighting the Paschal candle and
     +readings of the Easter Vigil telling the story of salvation.
     +The service will end with the acclamation of the Lord's Resurrection
       (NOTE TO SELF: PRE-SET BELLS ! ! ! ).

• Easter Sunday Mass at 2pm

All on our Facebook page: www.facebook.com/stjohnsla

Let Hope and its sharing be our rejoicing this year

Oh, I love my Rev Dr Chip in Garrett County, Maryland:

<<Our observance of Holy Week this year will not be the path out of the Wilderness that we have come to expect in the build up to Easter ... In past years, we have endured this experience with Jesus and rejoiced on Easter Sunday with bells ringing, trumpets blaring, and voices singing. Our Holy Week observance this year, however, will be shrouded in the pall of the pandemic.

... Instead, we will be in our homes, with our only connection to our Christian community - a computer link to the church. But let us remember that in times of great fear and uncertainty we have the ability to rise above ... to grasp and share the one thing that feeds us all - Hope.

Let Hope and its sharing be our rejoicing this year.

Let us let Hope be the light in the darkness, the cheering at Jesus' triumphal entry into Jerusalem, the strength to endure the three terrible days, and most of all, the Hope in the resurrection that will surely come to us all in God's good time - both in this life and ultimately in the transition to the next.

There will be no palms to bless in the church this Sunday. But scripture only refers to "branches from nearby trees." We are right here in Garrett County, and the first nearby trees I see are screaming yellow forsythia. And they will provide the branches that I bless on Sunday and place in the vases at the altar.

Take a look around your home. What trees or bushes are nearby? Harvest some branches and bring them in to the live streamed service on Sunday. Lay them on the table or desk before you and we will bless them together. Also, place a nail on the table with your branches, one for each of you, as a reminder that each time we lash out in anger or carry a grudge or hate, we drive a nail into the cross of Christ even today.

... We remain community. We remain bound together by the Spirit of Christ. We walk the path Jesus walked this Holy Week in new ways, together in new ways, the Community of Christ - the Light in the Darkness. >>

All thinking that is imbued with wonder is graceful and gracious thinking

<< There is breakage within us and it is what makes us human and vulnerable. There is nothing more sinister than someone whose mind seems to be an absolute circle; there is a helpless coldness and a deadly certainty about such a presence.

I often think that there is, in every life, some haunted room that we never want to go into, and that we do our best to forget was there at all.

We put terrible pressure on our minds. When we tighten them or harden our views or beliefs, we lose all the softness and flexibility that makes for real shelter, belonging, and protection.

Sometimes the best way of caring for our soul is to make flexible again some of the views that have hardened and crystalized our mind; for these alienate us from our own depth and beauty.

“Forgive us as we forgive others,” we say without flinching.

“You shall love your neighbor as you love yourself,” is another one we hear without hearing.

We will never break down the door to that haunted room that we never want to go into, and that we do our best to forget was there, at all with our mind, or with our will.

Only with the gentle coaxing of the Imagination will that door be opened to us, only if we sit in love for ourselves can we love anyone else … RuPaul said so … so did Jesus. Let’s be more like RuPaul and Jesus … Then when we finally break down the door to that haunted room that we never want to go into, and that we do our best to forget was there at all, THROUGH LOVE, we will be given back the gift again of a part of ourselves that either we or someone else had forced us to drive away and reject.

There is a lovely idea in the Celtic tradition that if you send out goodness from yourself, or if you share that which is happy or good within you, it will all come back to you multiplied ten thousand times.

In the kingdom of love there is no resentment, there are no grudges, there is only the stillness of forgiveness. If you don’t feel “forgiveness,” then the rushing waters of love will cleanse you and drown out the noise and the pain and the hurt and bring you to a brand new fresh day.

The love replenishes itself, just like the joy does, fresh each morning. The more love we give away, the more love we will have. >>

~a lot of this is John O’Donohue

Then l iron my hair, dig?

<< In my flared pants and blue afro wig, in the spotlight, everything's alright. You're not my lover, you're just a friend, baybee! C'mon, there's one more dance 'til heaven! >> Go-Go Dancer, P5. //

Is everybody groovy, baybee ?! //

<< l play my bongos, listen to Odetta and then l iron my hair, dig? ~ Original Hairspray >> //

PLEASE will you have a wonderful day ? I pray you do, and take some kisses for your journey from me right here from home @ werk. WERK werk werk werk werk

Take a breath and find what is unsolved in your heart.

We do not have to go away outside ourselves to come into real conversation with our soul and with the mysteries of the spiritual world. The eternal is at home -- within us, just a “hello in there!” away.

When we regain a sense of our life as a journey of discovery, we return to the rhythm of our soul. When we take the time to travel with reverence, a richer life unfolds before us.

We also reawaken the soul as our entire being responds with gladness to any call of beauty because in an instant, Beauty awakens in our soul, under the layers of our heart, a forgotten brightness. Plato said in Phaedrus: 'Beauty is ours in all its brightness ... Whole are we who celebrate that festival'.

But beauty does not linger, she only visits. Beauty's visitation affects us and invites us into her rhythm; she calls us to feel, think, and act beautifully in the world, and to pass on her secret: she begs us to create and live a life that awakens her spirit in others.

Spirituality is the Beauty of Transfiguration. We should not force ourselves to change by hammering our lives into any predetermined shape. Rather, we need to practice a new art of attention to the inner rhythm of our days and lives. This attention brings a new awareness of our own human and divine presence.

So take a breath and find what is unsolved in your heart.

Breathe in steadfastness, a resolve to deep care for yourself ... breathe in love.

Love yourself bountifully.

And send that love out to others from the center of your being, down your arms and out from your fingertips, as far as east is from west. We are the center of that circle of love.

When we send love out from the bountifulness of our own love, it reaches to the ends of the universe.

This love is the deepest power of prayer.
~ most of this is John O’Donohue

Do you have a balloon?

<< Remember how you told me to take unnecessary lessons? Well, I just took a lesson! >>
<< You took bullfighting? >>
<< No, knife throwing! >>
<< Knife throwing's great! >>
<< And I can almost do it! ... Turn sideways ... And put a balloon in your mouth. Do you have a balloon? >> it's like one of my favourite things, Steve and Bernadette from THE JERK

So, everyone mise en place ?!?!? Still having FUN ?!?! One of my dearies had a Thanksgiving Dinner last night, another's daughter (as is ONLY right and correct) is insisting it's HALLOWEEN ! and i am unanimous in this ! If you're bored, pretend it's a holiday ! and get gussied up ! Meanwhile, happy day to one and all, and here are some kisses for you on your journey, from me right here at home at werk. WERK werk werk werk werk

#StayHome #NoMeansNo

Please cut the shit.

Twiggy Twiggy

Please remember that ANY household object can be used for great effect when compiling one's habillement du jour, this obviously sponsored by Swiffer, n'est-ce pas? Won't you have a wonderful day, PLEASE ?! I can't WAIT to get at cleaning the floors, although, NOTE TO SELF: polishing hard wood floors makes hard wood floors a SKATING rink, so rubbah soles for a while, ThankYouVeryMuch. OH ! i lovesa ya, honey, i lovesa ya and I wish you a lovely journey this day. Here are some kisses out my window to you from me in home at werk. WERK werk werk werk werk

All thinking that is imbued with wonder is graceful and gracious thinking

<< There is breakage within us and it is what makes us human and vulnerable. There is nothing more sinister than someone whose mind seems to be an absolute circle; there is a helpless coldness and a deadly certainty about such a presence.

I often think that there is, in every life, some haunted room that we never want to go into, and that we do our best to forget was there at all.

We put terrible pressure on our minds. When we tighten them or harden our views or beliefs, we lose all the softness and flexibility that makes for real shelter, belonging, and protection.

Sometimes the best way of caring for our soul is to make flexible again some of the views that have hardened and crystalized our mind; for these alienate us from our own depth and beauty.

“Forgive us as we forgive others,” we say without flinching.

“You shall love your neighbor as you love yourself,” is another one we hear without hearing.

We will never break down the door to that haunted room that we never want to go into, and that we do our best to forget was there, at all with our mind, or with our will.

Only with the gentle coaxing of the Imagination will that door be opened to us, only if we sit in love for ourselves can we love anyone else … RuPaul said so … so did Jesus. Let’s be more like RuPaul and Jesus … Then when we finally break down the door to that haunted room that we never want to go into, and that we do our best to forget was there at all, THROUGH LOVE, we will be given back the gift again of a part of ourselves that either we or someone else had forced us to drive away and reject.

There is a lovely idea in the Celtic tradition that if you send out goodness from yourself, or if you share that which is happy or good within you, it will all come back to you multiplied ten thousand times.

In the kingdom of love there is no resentment, there are no grudges, there is only the stillness of forgiveness. If you don’t feel “forgiveness,” then the rushing waters of love will cleanse you and drown out the noise and the pain and the hurt and bring you to a brand new fresh day.

The love replenishes itself, just like the joy does, fresh each morning. The more love we give away, the more love we will have.

~a lot of this is John O’Donohue

Let Hope and its sharing be our rejoicing this year

Oh, I love my Rev Dr Chip of The Episcopal Church in Garrett County, Maryland:

<<Our observance of Holy Week this year will not be the path out of the Wilderness that we have come to expect in the build up to Easter ... In past years, we have endured this experience with Jesus and rejoiced on Easter Sunday with bells ringing, trumpets blaring, and voices singing. Our Holy Week observance this year, however, will be shrouded in the pall of the pandemic.

... Instead, we will be in our homes, with our only connection to our Christian community - a computer link to the church. But let us remember that in times of great fear and uncertainty we have the ability to rise above ... to grasp and share the one thing that feeds us all - Hope.

Let Hope and its sharing be our rejoicing this year.

Let us let Hope be the light in the darkness, the cheering at Jesus' triumphal entry into Jerusalem, the strength to endure the three terrible days, and most of all, the Hope in the resurrection that will surely come to us all in God's good time - both in this life and ultimately in the transition to the next.

There will be no palms to bless in the church this Sunday. But scripture only refers to "branches from nearby trees." We are right here in Garrett County, and the first nearby trees I see are screaming yellow forsythia. And they will provide the branches that I bless on Sunday and place in the vases at the altar.

Take a look around your home. What trees or bushes are nearby? Harvest some branches and bring them in to the live streamed service on Sunday. Lay them on the table or desk before you and we will bless them together. Also, place a nail on the table with your branches, one for each of you, as a reminder that each time we lash out in anger or carry a grudge or hate, we drive a nail into the cross of Christ even today.

... We remain community. We remain bound together by the Spirit of Christ. We walk the path Jesus walked this Holy Week in new ways, together in new ways, the Community of Christ - the Light in the Darkness. >>

Colors are beginning to imagine how they will return.

<< Within the grip of winter, it is almost impossible to imagine the spring. The gray, perished landscape is shorn of color. Only bleakness meets the eye; everything seems severe and edged.

Winter has some quality of the absolute.

Yet beneath the surface of winter, the miracle of spring is already in preparation; the cold is relenting; seeds are wakening up.

Colors are beginning to imagine how they will return.

Then, imperceptibly, somewhere one bug opens and the symphony of renewal is no longer reversible. From the black heart of winter a miraculous, breathing plenitude of color emerges.

The beauty of nature insists on taking its time.
Everything is prepared.
Nothing is rushed.
The rhythm of emergence is a gradual, slow beat always inching its way forward; change remains faithful to itself until the new unfolds in the full confidence of true arrival.

Because nothing is abrupt, the beginning of spring nearly always catches us unawares. It is there before we see it; and then we can look nowhere without seeing it. >>

~ John O'Donohue