need a miracle today?

 

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Here it is

 

 

 

You can make one.

 

 

Not exactly what you were expecting?

Miracles never are.

 

 

 

Miracle wand.

Really.  Seriously.  I gotta say... this bubble is pretty amazing.

to procrastinating,

Julie

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



 

 

 

 

 

 



 

 



 



 

 

 



the sky is falling

 

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tomorrow

 

I have heard too many times that tomorrow never comes.   I think tomorrow definitely comes.. she just changes and becomes today... but it's just a matter of semantics.  Let's not get rid of the idea of tomorrow, it may be our only connection collectively in this "modern" world with the cosmos.  Everybody believes in tomorrow and thinks about it, plans for it, (some do), trusts it, ignores it and it still happens. 

 

That doesn't diminish the truth about the present moment at all, it just acknowledges that the world is bigger than us... than the planet earth.  Even we are subject as a whole entity to something we have yet to change:   Morning. 

Hallelujah for that.

 

 

So this morning,

today

I thanked a friend for calling me yesterday when I texted her to say the sky is falling.  please call me.  I had begun telling her there appeared to be a monumental disappointment happening in my daughter's family...and it was breaking my heart.   She called and said, "Wait a minute.  Is YOUR sky falling or is THEIRS?"  Well, mine because I feel so helpless.  I hate that. 

 

"Is this your fault, your doing or your responsibility?" 

 Well, no.

"ok.  go on."

 

So, this morning, I thanked her for reminding me that MY sky wasn't falling.  And, actually, turns out, theirs wasn't either.

 

And then I was reminded that my sky has fallen many many times, and will again, perhaps. 

But new sky always grows in its place.  Every Time.

 

Another good reason to have tomorrow.

 

yesterday

 

Welcome back to church,

 

Julie



 















what matters

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A few minutes ago I happened to be at the right place, at the right time, to see the Ecuadorian Feliz Navidad Parade make it's way down 3rd street, at 14th avenue, in  NE Minneapolis.  The total parade was about a block long,  at least 10 people wide, two small magical nativity floats pulled by SUVs, (complete with over- the-top gobs of gold tinsel and beautiful children); there were drums, horns, and cymbals, playing  fabulous marching music that I didn't recognize, and almost everyone was carrying either a red or green balloon.  It was amazing.

My friend who has lived on this street for many years, missed the parade...  it was so short, and she didn't hear me call from the back door.  But, she asked me, did I see the donkey?  Every year the parade is led by Mary on the Donkey.  Nope, didn't see the donkey, I might have been a moment too late for that, but, I can imagine it oh so well.  

What immediately came to mind was this:  It is important to care about what matters to us, the many millions of times in our lives that we learn what that is, who that is, and why that is.

Last week I got to tell a story at a story-telling venue called the Moth.  The topic was Home.  While I've not technically had one for a while. my story ended up being how much I've cared about houses, but, how I came to be a gypsy.  I know a little bit better now what matters about home to me.  My life has taught me, many many houses later, that home is not where we live, but how we live.  And so did this parade.  

It snowed here last night another 6 inches, or so, (Minnesotans always know exactly how much it has snowed), the street was well traveled but not plowed, and it has been about 20 degrees, or so, today. (Most Minnesotans know exactly how cold it is). (I love that about Minnesotans). There was a young woman in the middle of the parade, carrying a small boy, and wearing her sparkly, strappy 3 inch heels.  All I could think was Hallelujah for her, she knows

what matters

to her.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=76RrdwElnTU&noredirect=1

The Hallelujah chorus live from Radio City Music Hall, the Johann Strauss Orchestra and the Harlem Gospel Choir.

This matters to me.  The Hallelujah Chorus.  Because, when I get down about the confusion and pain religion has caused, I tend to remind myself,  aaaahhh,  without it, we wouldn't have the Hallelujah chorus. No matter who we are, where we are, whoever we believe the king, or queen, to be, the music matters. Passion matters. Hallelujah for that.

My family is far far away today, two daughters in NYC, one daughter, a son in law, and beautiful beautiful granddaughter, perfect in every way, in Portland Oregon.  And, at this moment, I'm feeling it a little bit.

But, that's not what matters.

I know what matters. 

To me.

proof. Pots with snow in Minneapolis.

There are many communities here in NE Minneapolis.  In fact, one building is home to both the Polish Church and the Ecuadorian Church.  There you have it.  World Peace.

Julie

My last Christmas Tree, a Ficus Tree, 2008  !!

Beauty

twinkly lights

Hallelujah for that