Pray with this one, it's amazing!

STARS

Why do stars twinkle?

·      Dancing to the beat of grace?

·      Jumping for joy?

·      Playing peak-a-boo with each other?

·      Breathing in and out?

·      Celestial fist pumping?

·      Heavenly strobe light?

·      An epic rave in the sky?

·      Heartbeat of the angels?

·      Clap on, clap off?

I think all of the above and reasons beyond my understanding too

            and I praise the Lord for this gorgeous display of His love

            glittering away the fear and darkness from my soul.

So dance, jump, play, breathe, pump, beat, and clap away bright stars

            and I will do the same right back at ya!!! #twinkleparty #starrave #shine

Fall

Summer seems to be surrendering.

Retreating but still fighting as

fall begins to gain an ever slight lead in the race toward fullness.

The air starts to nibble on ears and toes

and thoughts of fireplace cuddling

creep in like fog that makes you want to

stay in bed and eat soup.

Fall. Tis the season for bundling and cute clothes,

nostalgia and tradition,

football and gathering,

falling back and resting in arms that

always catch and are always ready for

fireplace cuddling.

So fall, without delay so that dreams,

and fullness, and resting can begin.

Fall and be caught by love.

Fall and be caught.

Fall and be.

Fall.

R O M A

Roof tops and bells sing red tiled lullabies
                                ancient tales of sinners and saints and saints and sinners.

Cathedrals and brothels open their arms
                                                          to faithful patrons longing to be found
                                                            sinners and saints and saints an sinners

Plants and laundry swing
                                from lover's ledges of yonder light
                                       calling     -     sighing     -     reaching for love.

Souls, souls, and more souls
                                        darting, rushing, smoking, praying
                     as red tiled lullabies, open arms, and sighing lovers wish and sing and save and find.

Ciao Roma, until we meet again. 

I Am Your Instrument

By Jen Bedison

God, you created all  G O O D  things,

                                                all  L O V E L Y  things,

                                                            all  H A R M O N I O U S  things,

                                                                and all things that bring  J O Y  to people.

I give myself to you so that with my life, you would also bring

G O O D   -   L O V E L Y   -   H A R M O N I O U S   -   and   J O Y F U L

                                                                                                fruits into the world.

Play W H A T E V E R music you see fit through me

(and I am sure it will not be limited to just one type)

           and help me to succumb with 

                               F I N E S S E ,  R E S P E C T ,  and P A S S I O N.

May I always keep my instrument

F I N E L Y   T U N E D , P O L I S H E D, and R E A D Y  to go

                                                     and let me never keep it just for display 

                                                                but to be used by you.

I’ll play A N Y tune you’d like, however,

I am not the best R A P P E R

                             so maybe we can leave the

                                                      R A P P I N G  to someone else,   

                                               B U T ,

                               I’ll totally do it if you want!!

I pray to be

L I G H T – H E A R T E D

P O O R   I N   S P I R I T

P E A C E   M A K I N G , and

T H E   B E S T   V E R S I O N   O F   M Y S E L F  

                       so that all will know that I   B E L O N G to you.

You are a M A S T E R musician and I  C O N S E C R A T E my life 

                                                                                     as your

                                                      F A I T H F U L   I N S T R U M E N T

                                                            O P E N   and   A V A I L A B L E 

                                                                 to let you do your thing in me.

So  B R E A T H E  or  S T R U M  or  P I C K  or even  K I C K

                                    your melody as loud or as soft as you like.

                                                I am yours. Sing your song in me.  Amen.

Go with the flow

I really like this reflection by Richard Rohr. Have a day spent steeped in grace.

Living in the Flow Friday, August 22, 2014

If the Trinitarian life flows between us, then every aspect of our lives is something that we can allow, enjoy, and steward. A Trinitarian theology gives you the understanding that you are being guided and you are participating in the Great Mystery. And it has very little to do with you except, like Mary, your “yes” seems to be crucial. It matters. It seems that God does not operate uninvited. You are a part of the flow. The Father, Son, and Holy Spirit—and you too, to the degree you say “yes”—are each perfectly giving and perfectly receiving, without any obstruction to the divine flow. Each person of the Trinity welcomes 100% of what is offered, which is entire and unrestricted. This is called Grace. To simply receive is always a humiliation, yet it is even harder to immediately let go of what you’ve freely received. You can live this mystery yourself. Trust love, trust communion, trust vulnerability, and trust mutuality. Always seek to be in relationship, finding little ways to serve others, to serve the sick, to serve the poor who cannot pay you back. Know that your heart is given to you and needs to be handed on, just like the Trinity. And you’ll begin to know yourself inside this mystery called Love. Don’t try to work this out too much with your head. Just trust the flow of the most natural, dynamic, and positive energy that’s already flowing through you. It will feel like Love.

Veni Sancte Spiritus

Come, Holy Spirit. I went to the Red Mass (of the Holy Spirit) today at Cathedral Catholic and I just love being a product of Catholic Education because there is something so special about the first Mass of the school year. I loved loved loved that everyone was dressed in red because from where I was sitting, it truly looked like the fire of the Holy Spirit. That's one of the really amazing things about being Catholic is that we like to capture the theme (or the hashtag # if you will) utilizing all the senses: sight, smell, touch, taste, and sound. It's all there and when all 5 are engaged and hopefully united in their message (theme/hashtag) then this magical mystical cosmic thing happens, it fills the room, you feel it blow by your face, you see it dancing, you hear it singing, you smell its perfume, you can even taste it on your tongue - veni sancte spiritus - the Holy Spirit arrives and we are never the same.