Day late, dollar short

Nothing like making a promise and forgetting on the opening day. Oh well. As Memaush would say- ces la vie! I'm embarking on my promise to make a blog entry every day- starting- I guess today, the day after Memaush's birthday.

This week has been crazy and the next and the next, and maybe the next will also be crazy. Crazy is a relative term- but I will say it's a lot of good crazy, so I don't have too much space to whine. I'm hosting a baby shower tomorrow. I'm hoping to God it will be fun or at least not torture. Baby showers lend themselves to being overly cheesy or too.... I don't know- baby-ish. I'm not the ideal "Mom" type- I don't like to say "aw how cute" 632 times. It's a baby- of course they are cute- just like puppies and bunnies... do we have to examine every item of clothing and every sentimental saying engraved on some random silver thing?

Ok- let me back up- this is fun for the woman who is having the baby (unless the silver thing is hideous)-and ultimately- it's all about them so the rest of us should suck it up. But regardless- wouldn't it be nice to have a baby shower that even a single woman with no desire to have children can enjoy? I like to fight for the underdog. The rest of us baby lovers have plenty to be entertained by.

I would love to go deeper tonight, but for now I need to keep cleaning... or sorting.... or writing and let my husband clean. I wonder some days if he'll wake up and realize he is way too good for me. Until then- I'll enjoy my catch!

talk to you tomorrow. whoever you are.

Sermon Writing

I am writing my sermon for May 9th (yes, Mothers Day) and trying to get it done before my fabulous friends John and Nancy and itty bitty Becca come to town. I'm preaching about joy. You know- down in your heart to stay. I've been reflecting on how as I've emerged from a period of depression (more on that later) that the ability to express your joys is as important a need as the ability to express your sorrows. In churches, we like to hang out in the lukewarm section... when really that just makes God want to vomit. I kind of get that verse a little bit now. I thought about how David danced naked with joy about bringing the arch of the covenant to his people (before Indiana Jones encountered it of course). I mean- David- a king- shakin his stuff because he was so happy! Maybe he was drunk, maybe he was crazy- but I have to think God was so relieved to be getting some sort of response! I love Eddie Izzard's take on this when he makes fun of the Anglican religious tradition of song- he mocked their drone-voices singing a life-less chorus of "oh God our help in ages past...." and juxtaposed that history of privilege and droning to that of the African spirituals that are sung with more gusto and life about the enslavement and torture of generations of ancestors... I don't want to be vomit-worthy. I don't want to live numbly without expression of joy or sorrow. I want to feel. I want to dance naked- and have God stomping the beat.

updates coming

i know- empty promises, but as a promise to myself (my sanity)- I am going to prioritize writing light in dark corners... we'll start with my life and move on to some other cobwebbed spaces. coming soon- I'm about to embark on a little journey- I think- starting on Memaush's birthday- April 29th, I'm going to try to write daily...anything- short or long... kind of like the movie Julie and Julia- except i don't cook fattening food. : ) Let's see if I can do it!