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in which i start my list of Things To Keep Track of For 2015 (goals). [Jan. 1st, 2016|06:32 pm]
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cause it"s nice to watch?Collapse )

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in which we have a few words regarding hope in the apocalypse. [Feb. 24th, 2015|07:49 am]
chris
[mood |okayokay]

"There's great strength in vulnerability... there's great strength in choosing to be hopeful, cause that's a scary place to go. It's less controlling, but it's actually possibly leading to a better thing."

actress Danai Gurira, on Talking Dead, speaking about the recent actions of her Walking Dead character, Michonne.
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in which changes are hard. [Jan. 5th, 2015|08:15 pm]
chris
[mood |pensivepensive]


i called my mom today in between errands. she asked me if the GEICO rep who called the house this morning had managed to get a hold of me. i told her that the woman had gotten a hold of me; she'd called around 8 AM. my mom said "I wasn't in a very good mood when she called here. She caught me in the bathroom. And when she asked for 'Chris', it was the first time I had to tell someone 'Chris doesn't live here anymore.' It was hard."

yeah, i know.

*sigh*

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in which i start my list of Things To Keep Track of For 2014 (goals). [Jan. 1st, 2015|08:00 am]
chris
[mood |accomplishedaccomplished]


cause it"s nice to watch?Collapse )

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in which i figure out why i couldn't read today. [Dec. 25th, 2014|09:08 am]
chris
[mood |melancholymelancholy]


i haven't exactly been cursing my laryngitis, but it's never pleasant to be unable to talk, especially when one is used to running one's mouth constantly. *wry look* i've been looking at it more as yet another aspect of my (karmic) debt/payment for all the effort of the past two months, and feeling that it's likely the last tiny bit of this last patch of illness (a truly yucky head cold). hopefully this will be IT.

i hope.

that said, it also would have been pretty inconvenient to have been up on the altar in front of hundreds of people only to begin bawling when the visiting cantor (a young man with an amazing voice who occasionally sings at Sacred Heart) started singing a song i'd never heard before, during Communion.





How could it be this baby in my arms
Sleeping now, so peacefully
The Son of God, the angel said
How could it be?

Lord, I know He's not my own
Not of my flesh, not of my bone
Still Father, let this baby be
The son of my love.

Father, show me where I fit into this plan of Yours
How can a man be father to the Son of God?
Lord, for all my life I've been a simple carpenter
How can I raise a King?
How can I raise a King?

He looks so small
His face and hands so fair
And when He cries, the sun just seems to disappear
But when He laughs, it shines again
How could it be?

Father, show me where I fit into this plan of Yours
How can a man be father to the Son of God?
Lord, for all my life I've been a simple carpenter
How can I raise a King?
How can I raise a King?

How could it be this baby in my arms
Sleeping now, so peacefully
The Son of God, the angel said
How could it be?
How could it be?



it's called "Joseph's Song."
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in which it's a new moon and a new quarter. [Dec. 21st, 2014|09:24 pm]
chris
[mood |hopefulhopeful]


i've been energetically threadbare and multiple-times sick since my father passed.

i'm praying, hoping, and setting my intention for a healthier, more centered, more grounded year to come: to be more organized and productive, as well as more loving, more patient, and more compassionate.

Happy Yule!

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in which the bluebirds refuse to leave? [Nov. 4th, 2014|07:10 pm]
chris
[mood |natural]


there was a bluebird in the backyard today, btw.

(in addition to nuthatches, sparrows, finches, red-bellied woodpeckers, black-capped chickadees...)

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in which there is some happy bluebird news :D [Sep. 10th, 2014|09:31 am]
chris
[mood |happyhappy]


i went downstairs to talk with my mom and saw something pecking away at the elderberry bush i planted a few years ago. then two somethings. then three.

in fifteen minutes i saw at least four bluebird babies (i think actually six, since i was trying to count males and females), two cedar waxwings, and a catbird.

our babies came home! (and this is the first cedar waxwing i've seen on the property)

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in which there is the Room of Bad Ideas. [Aug. 15th, 2014|10:11 am]
chris
[mood |amusedamused]


i dreamed i followed a small band of acquaintences - i think Merlyn from the singing group Merry Mischief was one of them - into a medieval-looking hut/store. the shelves inside were crammed with knick-knacks of all flavors: picture frames (with pictures in them), toys, mugs... if it had ever been built, bought, and given to someone as a gift, it was in there. the other travelers disappeared into the library-esque stacks of shelves. i found myself idly picking things up, thinking about it, then putting them down again.

i turned a corner to find an open space, with a sort of cashier's desk in the center. a man popped up and inquired if he could help me/what i'd come for. i replied that i wasn't sure why i was there, nor if i needed help. he was wearing a combination of peasant clothing and robes, and he struck me as being both a monk and a carnie. this impression was reinforced when he picked up a set of six blood-red dice and rolled them down the table, saying something like "Let's consult the dice, and see what they tell us of the bad ideas you should leave here."

i suddenly realized that every knick-knack in the place was the physical manifestation of a Bad Idea, thought, or memory, that people had discarded as being no longer beneficial or needed. no wonder it felt like a Good Will, i thought. i realized that i'd come close to picking up some of other people's Bad Ideas, and i blinked at the close call. but the monk was still peering at me as if the dice had told him nothing, and i said "Well, I don't know what to leave. Why don't I just form the intention to leave everything that isn't to the Highest Good?"

suddenly loud, blaring alarms went off all around me, and the monk began gesticulating wildly, shushing me for all he was worth, doing everything but actually touching me and closing my lips. i blinked at him as he cried out "NOOOOooooo! You can't leave a Good Idea like that here!"

i woke up then, amused... but also thoughtful.

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in which there is a workable new webpage. [Aug. 11th, 2014|12:26 am]
chris
[mood |accomplishedaccomplished]


well, if you want to see what i've been fussing over for three days (around appointments and Mass and family stuff, etc), feel free to check out my new webpage and tell me what you think. obviously still under construction.

and man, once you line up all my training it looks kind of impressive.

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