I never really dressed up for mass. (For all you Protestants out there, that’s what we call church. Mass is the gathering; church is the people. Or the building, depending on who you talk to. I always thought it was the building, but then I found out different when I got older. Excuse me, we don’t tell people what we believe, we try and make them guess by how we act. Unfortunately, this way you can get a little confused, especially if you’re only five.)
But hey. I digress. (Often. Clearly.)
Today is Sunday and I am in my Sunday Best. I went out for breakfast and you know what I was saying about the best way to break in new shoes is to dance in them? It’s true but the second best way may be to walk down a sun-dappled street on a summer morning after a beautiful breakfast. It was so good and I was so disappointed that I couldn’t finish it. I clearly need to make my stomach bigger. The walk was almost necessary just to get that over-full feeling from my stomach. I will never be able to stick to a portion-control diet. I think it’s ridiculous.
Sunday best for me today was my new shoes, a red dress pinned up to be bubble like (which, incidentally is great to dance in) and flowers in my hair.
I love driving slowly down sun-dappled streets with the windows down and the wind in my hair. It’s a beautiful way to get to know someplace and when I move I’m totally going to go on many new drives, particularly to orchards and pick your owns and particularly with my housemates and my friends. I’ll put on beautiful music and revel in life.
I love the idea of taking a day off from the rest of your life and remembering your roots, where you come from, where you’re going, what your purpose is. That, I believe, is the true meaning (or one of them) of Sunday services, although I think it’s either been lost or it just doesn’t get talked about enough. We are scared to tell our stories for fear of being told we are trying to convert people but what’s the matter with telling people the beauty and the mystery of life as we know it?
So I didn’t go to mass today (yet… there’s still time:) but I did remember what I’m trying to do in life – put the world back together. And part of that is loving myself and sending out happy energy into the world. Because to love others like you love yourself, you first have to love yourself, right? Well, maybe not first, but it’s definitely a part and parcel of loving the world. And remember 1 John 4:20 - Whoever claims to love God yet hates a brother or sister is a liar. For whoever does not love their brother and sister, whom they have seen, cannot love God, whom they have not seen. You have to love others to love God. Everything is connected.
So go and connect yourself. Happy Sunday. Happy January 16.
“GOOD PYJAMAS : GOOD SLEEP” so goes the old saying, yet many people donot understand the vital significance of pyjamas in the achievement ofdeep and restful sleep.
SLEEPING IS A RELIGIOUS ACTIVITY: a holy communion with the inner worldof dreams and darkness. The appropriate ceremonial attire is importantfor a smooth passage into the land of nod.
ESSENTIALLY, pyjamas must FEEL COMFORTABLE and LOOK RIDICULOUS. Wearingthem is a ritualistic renunciation of the concious, external world: theworld of looking good and feeling stressed.
As we approach the cot, pyjama clad, the LUDICROUS SELF is proclaimed,triumphant and free. The vestments of the outer world lie cast off andcrumpled on the floor.
We look soft and child-like; inept and shambling; primitive and funny.The pyjama fabric droops like tired old elephant skin. The buttons aredone up in the wrong holes. The trousers are hitched up nearly to thearmpits. The cuffs wag above the ankles.
One side of the coat is tucked in, the other side hangs out. We have noplace in the “real” world looking like this! WE ARE THE STUFF THAT DREAMS ARE MADE OF. What freedom! What peace! What blessed relief!
“GOOD PYJAMAS : GOOD SLEEP”
*I am sorry for the lazy post but I am so out of it today my thoughts are not worthy of attention. So, read someone else’s very worthy philosophies about sleep and pyjamas instead. Hopefully I will be more optimistic tomorrow. Adieu.