This is where you will find me exposed, angry, embarrassing, plaintive, childish, inane, blemished, bemused and broken. Why do I invite you in? To drink your wine. To share your bed. To paint your walls. To touch your skin. To crack your shell. To steal your eyes. And return them open. To invade your prayers. To increase your song. To expose you to my madness and promise. To pour oil and wine on your wounds. To fail in all the above endeavors. Now it’s your turn.
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Saturday at home
Prayed my Rosary this morning. I started on the lanai, but ended it in my prayer and contemplation room that used to be the master bedroom. There are no masters here anymore. I had breakfast; tomato bisque soup and roasted garlic bread. The rest of the day I will read, listen to music and do light housekeeping. I'm in a Copland/Bernstein mood. I have become aware of colors and textures. My minds eye seems to be breaking everything I see down into its basic elements. Maybe it's just the music or the prayers. Maybe it's love. I'm capable of that too.
Later today I will go to the 5:15 Mass. Christ is found in the Mass. But he's here too.
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