Prayers for Jane’s Healing

Whatever your method, whatever your beliefs, however you can, I ask for your prayers, your intentions, your positive energy, your love, your light to guide healing and release to our dearest friend Jane. Her body needs some help right now especially, and I ask for your support, wherever you are, whenever you are. However you call the cosmic energy that connects us all, please, ask it if it would grant Jane those healing atoms and neurons and electrons and cells, please. Your support will be forever appreciated.

God, please, grant this healing of Jane’s physical body and the release of strain that she has been holding as of late. Allow her to offer her cross up to you, that you might lift the load and heal her in her time of such dependent need. Help her to be her best self, and to be it here with us all, on Earth, and for many years to come. In your name, we pray. Amen.

St. Jude and Mary, Mother of God, pray for us, please, and pray for Jane’s healing. Amen.

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Little big differences

It’s amazing how much of a difference something small can make in the world at large. Mark Wahlberg sat in a studio and recorded himself praying the various rosaries. That’s what he did. And now I, a person who does not know him and likely never will know him, have found immense support and connection and relation ship with god – as has my man – through these recordings that Mark Wahlberg did.

And it has me wonder how many other people in the world have been having a similar experience…. And all because Mark Wahlberg decided to record the rosary and share it with the world, should the world want to listen to and pray with it. And I am ever grateful for it.

And it has me wonder how the things I do might have similar unexpected and unknown results – just as Mark Wahlberg has no idea how he has so positively and powerfully affected our prayer lives and, therefore, lives. I hope I have more positives – love-filled ones – than negative that I am putting out there all the time.

God, help us all, please, to experience, to be, and to share your love in our lives and, therefore, the world at large. In your name, we pray. Amen.

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All are welcome

Ironically, this song was sung at Mass on Sunday. Tonight, my love was at an event, and he very much had an interaction that specified that all are not welcome there in particular. And that really sucked for me, somehow, I guess considering how he had to be with being unwelcome somewhere, especially somewhere that had seemed so welcoming to him before. It kind of crushed me how there had been an almost 180° turn there. Only those who want to be only here are welcome here… that must be their inner motto there. And I think that is the case for many things right now. It then becomes an “us versus them” battle, when that is so often the case. Why must we keep doing this to ourselves and to one another? Why must we battle each other at all? What is truly in the way of accepting and embracing people exactly as they are, flaws and beauties and all, ourselves included? Why do we resist it so? Because it’s easier in the moment?

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Sierra

He is preparing to test for his pilot license. I always liked the idea of the pilot’s alphabet, and took strides when I was younger to learn it somewhat. So, on the way home from school one afternoon, I am on the phone with him and decide to get myself back up to speed on the alphabet (seeing a show he knows them all and can support me easily with this, plus I feel like he might enjoy my delight in something he loves [if for different reasons]). I remember more than half of them, but there’s a handful he had to guide me to figure out or just directly tell me.

“Hmm… Okay, let’s see,” I say. “India, Lima, Oscar, Victor, Echo, Yankee, Oscar, Uniform,” I say, slight pauses and a rolling casualness to my list-sounding words.

“Sierra,” he adds….

“What?” I ask him.

He tells me it was another of the ones with which I had struggled. ::facepalm

Honey, I tell him. I wasn’t listing ones I hadn’t remembered. I was saying something.

He’s surprised, and needs me to start again. Before I finish, however, he gets it. He is actually listening this time, instead of passively making sure I was saying only real words in the alphabet. 😛 We cracked up about it, and it was definitely an added delight to my practice session.

Plus, now, as a regular response to one of us telling the other that we love him or her, instead of saying, “I love you, too,” we sometimes reply, “Sierra,” because that had been his response to my declaration during practice that day. 😛 Same meaning, but shorter and filled with extra history and goofiness and meaning.

Total nerds, yes. I know. Sierra.

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Tidying

I guess I could use that for now, since it’s here. Would it fit over there? No. It could go here… It’s heavy, though. I’ll have to use the dolly or else ask him to move it. I don’t particularly want to involve him in it, though. … I could just leave it there and still put the stuff in it…(even though that is absolutely absurd and ridiculous…)

Deal. Done. Let’s do it now.

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Fear

I have been experiencing depression and lots of other negative emotions lately, with a lot of it sourced from my gym, which has always been a place of welcome and homeyness and safety. With new management and a new organization to who does what, the entire experience has changed… and it hasn’t been for the good on our end. There is so much potential available to it, but it has been a very rocky start. And my man and I have certainly gotten the rough and short end of it all. What makes it worse is that the people running it all likely have no earthly idea… even though they’re kind of the ones causing it, both directly and indirectly.

So, I’ve been wanting to leave the gym the past month-ish. But I haven’t found anything that offers the same fitness opportunity yet, so I haven’t left. (That’s how bad it has been, yes.) Since there is nowhere else to go right now, I am seeing if we can work this out here, at least for the time being. Perhaps brutal honesty is what is truly needed.

I reached out to the person in charge today, asking to schedule a meeting within the next week-ish. It was a positive response. Now, we just have to align on a time.

That all being said, I pray for the guidance to communicate effectively in this meeting. Thank you, God, for this opportunity. Help me to grow and fulfill your will as I make a positive difference for myself and the gym and all of its current and future members by having this meeting. In your name, I pray. Amen.

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Restless

Do you ever find yourself, while in the middle of doing something valuable, feeling like you’re doing nothing to make the world a better place? Like you just need to go do something… as though you aren’t already on the middle of doing one of those somethings?

I’ve been sitting at school, grading papers, spending time around students, prepping for my classes that are later today… and I keep feeling so utterly antsy, like I can hardly wait to be done with this all.

And it’s weird for me.

I love to teach. And I love learning. I’m getting to do both of those things right now. So, what’s buggin’?

And I don’t know the answer to that. I am finally growing comfortable – rather, have grown comfortable – with this position, and I’m ready to move on. How come? Am I not making enough of a difference here? Am I bored by it? Am I constantly comparing it to something better that I’ve done, and seeing it fall short again and again? Am I starting to resent it and myself, because it isn’t enough, isn’t good enough on some level or other?

Am I upset, because it just keeps feeling like a constant reminder of how I have failed elsewhere, that I am in a temporary position that, though it makes a huge difference for the school and students, is merely a reminder of the fact that I don’t have my own teaching position… that I am only filling in for someone else for a short while? And so I can find endless issues with the position and the school… thereby making it fee even worse that this was all I could get…

Yeah… it’s looking a lot like that is the reason.

I’m just going to sit with that for right now, and see later what is calling me most in terms of what to do about it.

Until then, May we all experience the blessings all throughout and within our day today. Amen.

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Rubbing those pennies

And, sometimes, the money just isn’t there, and we have to dial back. And that’s okay. But it still hurts to know that it has been one’s own lack of financial success that is the source of the problem in the first place. And it hurts even more to know that it is affecting others whom one loves.

God, please, grant me the grace to let go of this hurt around money and financial comfort, such that I may use these experiences as support for pursuing and achieving something unimaginably better, through your will. Amen.

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Whoops

“We forgot to close the trunk,” he says after getting something out of the car as we get ready for bed last night. “And by ‘we,’ I mean ‘I.’”

Oh, no… ‘When we got the bags out last night?’ In the rain.‘ Yep. So, it’s totally soaked.’ He affirms again. Yikes. We agree to open it up in the morning, if it isn’t raining then.

Fast forward to today. Weather is gorgeous. We spend time playing with the dog in the house while all talking. Great time. We also chase and destroy flies with our wetted fabric napkins. Much success. We go to a much-too-late lunch, have ice cream as we stroll around the old city square. We go to the grocer for things for dinner and tomorrow. We open the trunk to put groceries in it…

We forgot about drying the trunk out. ::massive face palm

It is already sprinkling again.

We get home after work idiocy with roundabouts and something about going a different way on them, in order to unwind from circling so many times to the left… turning to the right…

Anyway, we play in the backyard with the dog for a while, then finally make and have dinner and hang out and start a movie, and we then finally get ready for bed… at which point my man walks outside and takes the rug liner out of the trunk and sets it on the front porch.

Good thing rain isn’t forecast for all day tomorrow or anything… ::facepalm for forgetfulness and distraction today!

Hopefully, it will dry out well with this lower humidity, and the trunk can dry out, too! Fingers crossed!

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