Smallness

Blessings for your Sunday

St. Val the Urban Monastic

I find it a great comfort indeed that even in our smallness when all that swirls threatens to consume us, when all that threatens to consume us seems immeasurably great, when all that is dark and evil looks to eclipse the world, that the Lord our God still finds us.  As we cry out to him even in our smallness, when we cannot find him, he finds us.

Blessings for your Sunday. — VKS

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First song…

Blessings for your day…

St. Val the Urban Monastic

I’m working on a post about adorable guinea pigs over on St. Val the Eccentric, and decided it was too quiet.  Life has been pretty hellish lately, there was a doctor’s appointment that did not go well Monday (still thinking about what I want to say about that).  Life running off-the-rails in more directions than can be counted.

It’s been a rough week (and it’s only Wednesday!).

First song in my Pandora feed:

Second song:

Yup…just got a whole lot quieter in here.  Listen, think about it.

Blessings — VKS

(I will edit this with the hyperlink to the guinea pig post later — because who doesn’t need more fluffy adorableness in his or her life?)

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Prayer, grace, and sabbath

St. Val the Urban Monastic

There are moments in life where “pray without ceasing” becomes no mere platitude, but the primary directive as the only possible hope for survival. How and why that becomes a present-tense reality has an infinite possible complicated variations, but the importance and urgency remains consistant among them all.

Sunday morning I found myself instantly thrown in a whirlpool of a “pray without ceasing” moment (NOT the best way to be woken from formerly sound sleep, especially after only an hour and a half sleep to begin with)

I left the house at 4:30 (do you know that there is also a “4:30 AM“?). Had a long journey walking and on buses to meet a friend for church, and had the beautiful grace to have a morning set apart from all the realities of everything spinning my own life and world out of control. It is a beautiful thing…

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Reading on…

Reading on…

I keep starting new posts but am too busy to do more than pick at them in odd moments…someday they will get written (no laptop is awful).
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Life is crazy busy and I rarely stop moving long, but I do still read.  I’m reading an amazing book — Hiking Through: One man’s journey to peace and freedom on the Appalachian Trail by Paul Stutzman — about one man’s pilgrimage along the Appalachian Trail on a very spiritual journey (and from a Christian theological perspective) after the sudden death of his wife from Stage IV breast cancer.  It’s actually good enough that I hope to post a review of it when I finish.

I’ve also seen a lot of articles about the canned sermon curriculum around the latest Superman film Man of Steel, some of which have been better tha others, but none so well-written as theis one I read this morning from a link on the Facebook page of The Jesuit Post (and even if you are not Roman Catholic — Loyola Press, America magazine, and The Jesuit Post are well-written and feature content that speaks well ecumenically on perspectives and issues common to all Christians in almost all cases).

So yes, something to think about from The Jesuit Post: Superheroes, Saints and Sinners, Part III by Paul Lickteig, S.J.

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Blessings — VKS

Just so you know…

Just so you know…

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“Raffi is straight-up banned — when I hear tell of any ‘Baby Beluga’ in the vicinity?  Call me Ishmael, but I go all Ahab and break out the harpoons.” — St. Val the Eccentric, reflecting on earworms

So, I’ve been devoting odd hours to creating a new Pandora® station of kid-friendly stuff that is more sophisticated and erudite than the usual fare of drivelly gar-bage.

In short: something fun I can actually stand to listen to.

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Raffi is straight-up banned — when I hear tell of any “Baby Beluga” in the vicinity?  Call me Ishmael, but I go all Ahab and break out the harpoons.  Greenpeace is involved, it’s getting ugly.  But really, we’ve ALL been there…

Folk, Tin Pan Alley, Barenaked Ladies, They Might Be Giants, select Disney favorites, soundtracks to Mary Poppins and The Sound of Music, Weird Al, The Muppets…that kind of thing.  To winnow out the rubbish you have to “Like” or “Dislike” pretty much every track for awhile.  Eventually this will be as perfectly lovely and to my taste as my other stations…

but funner!!!!

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It is no great service to the neighbors that my vocal range meshes very well with Julie Andrews’ when she was my age.  Because, really, I wouldn’t be St. Val the Eccentric if I wasn’t prone to random acts of Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious! at 12:30AM.

And I can sing…

Very well…

#thepoorneighbors

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Because life really is too short not to lighten up once in awhile. Life has been pretty dismal lately, it’s 80°F+ in here, it’s humid, and the roaches are swarming (per the norm).

A little “lighten up” is sorely needed.

Additionally, I totally blame the TRADER JOES® POMEGRANATE green tea for this.

Totally.

And I was happily thinking I was going to end this post with: “Cheers!”

Until Phil Collins started singing “You’ll Be In My Heart” from Tarzan, because now I am a weeping puddle in a dozen different directions.

Totally.

This one’s really well-edited: