“It’s 2018 for Gods sake”

  This week I have listened to three different politician’s answer a question with, ” It’s 2018 for Gods sake”. What is so special about 2018?  Does this year have some significant meaning that I have missed?  Is the lion laying down with the lamb?  A nice metaphor but it’s been my experience that the

Musings on a theme

I’m typing my stick figured writing, trying to reach for Van Gogh. My art of writing turning into science as I build my sentence structure word by word. I pause. Where am I going with this stream of consciousness? I re-read the first two sentences, dragging up Lectio Divina in bible study from my Catholic

Basement Art

I was paying our restaurant bill, inserting my credit card into the POS machine, with the waitress waiting patiently at the side. I started some small talk with her while waiting for the POS machine to go through it’s machine process. I live in a university city, so the first question that came to mind

Awakening

via Daily Prompt: Invisible   Richard lay awake, in the top half of his bunk bed, listening to the soft snoring sighs of his five year old sister Theresa in the bunk beneath. He lay invisible in the night listening to the creaks and groans of his sixth floor apartment. He heard the rustle of

Meditation-Day 6 + Spring

You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be, and whatever your

Edna’s 70th, Saints,Rap and #Metoo Moments

I declare Edna White a saint. I do this without proper authority from God or the church, and with the realization that under the current laws of the church a person cannot officially be canonized a saint unless dead; in fear that they stumble into sin a second before they die.  But, Edna is very

My Irish Heritage

Its St. Patrick’s Day and I’m listening to the refrains of “The Field of Athenry” sung by Frank Patterson. I always spare time for quiet celebration, on this the holiest of drinking days, listening to Frank Patterson, Josef Locke, James Galway or John McCormack; the great Irish artists.  Taking another sip of Smithwicks I fondly

Meditation-Day 1

Meditation has always been understood, in the tradition, as an art. It is the art of all arts.-John Main, Benedictine Monk (1926-1982) I am impulsive by nature. I never plan, never strategize and can only think one move ahead in chess.  For the last three years I have buried myself in fantasy and historical fiction,

Me and Kayleigh Rapping

The phone rang, its ring tones competing with Beethoven’s Minuet in G streaming from the iPod dock. I pressed accept. ” Hi granddad, it’s Kayleigh, I’m shooting a rap video and need an English voice for four lines, can you do that”.  Its programmed into every grandparent’s DNA to never refuse their grandchildren so I

White Privilege

via Daily Prompt: Fact It was an indisputable fact that Richard’s skin colour was white, most of the time. For despite his constant effort, his skin colour would change to red when he saw Stephanie, even though she never noticed him. There was also the Summer months to be taken into consideration when his skin