Friday, July 02, 2010
When I was a kid, I would pray the rosary until I fell asleep. There are rules to the rosary that work well with an OCD kid. Plus, the rosary is crazy. You may see some jewelry, but the truth is, it's full of mystery.
Rosary comes from the Latin word rosarium, which means rose garden. It combines vocal and silent meditational prayer, consisting of repeated sequences of the Lord's Prayer followed by ten Hail Mary and a single praying of "Glory Be to the Father" and is sometimes accompanied by the Fatima Prayer. Each of these sequences is known as a decade. As you pray each decade, you meditate on one of the Mysteries of the Rosary, which are events in the lives of Jesus Christ and his mother, the Blessed Virgin Mary.
There are 15 mysteries, in 3 sets, joyful sorrowful and glorious. In 2002, Pope John Paul II announced 5 new optional mysteries, the luminous mysteries, bringing the total number of mysteries to 20.
Even now, when in the car, I sometimes pray the Rosary. I'm not sure if I believe in God or anything at all, but it makes me feel better sometimes to meditate and pray.
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Monday, June 28, 2010
Friday, June 25, 2010
One more draw, one more sip. I always leave some behind. I never finish a drink. Sometimes, I feel like I can't finish all they have given me. Other times, I hover at the table and want to sip again and again at my water. Just one sip. Just one more taste. All water is recycled over time, again and again. You may have drank the water that a famous gladiator once sipped. Who knows?
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Thursday, June 24, 2010
Sometimes, it's simple. But it's times like that that I realize that worrying about life makes it even less simple. Why obsess over simple? Just enjoy that it is that way. These guys? If you can't get it? They don't have it. Also, if they don't have it, the other signs says that they will get it. Even if you can't find it, you don't need it, but you'll get it. See? Simple.
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Monday, June 07, 2010
"I do declare," said Barbie, "we are going to a cotillion."
"Do you think the boys will ask us to dance?" inquired Barbie.
"I, for one, know that they surely will," answered Barbie.
"But my dress...will the boys notice my dress?" Barbie was in a state.
Just then, a small child bought all 4 for $3 and threw them in a shopping bag.
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What route did these hard rubber tires once roll over? Did they take the kids from to some other place, far from the two lane highway that goes over hills and valleys, buried in the woods? The kids are long gone, long escaped and the cars remain, hoping to fuel the dreams of a whole new generation of drivers.
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Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Monday, April 05, 2010
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
I don't need an iPhone. Or anything else new they try and sell me. I got a cel. I got a sketchpad. I have a laptop. Just more and more and more and more of the same thing all in other forms. I got a TV. I got an X Box. Do I need to carry it in my pocket? It's just one more thing for me to lose.
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Sunday, March 28, 2010
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Monday, February 15, 2010
For my boy
I won't remember you as you left this world. Scared, drowning, bloody, broken down. Gasping. Afraid until you saw me and then calmed.
I will remember the times you slept on my chest and licked my beard until it was clean. When I look back in years to come, I will think of all the long talks we had where you said absolutely nothing and yet heard everything so well.
You were my first cat and we went though a lot. Marriage, divorce, fights, fun, other cats, dogs, love, loss and so much more. And you were always there for me and I was always there for you.
My life will be different now. It seems like such a small thing to an outsider. But last night, I kept catching glimmers of you. Places you should have been. And I know now, all your pain is gone. You don't need to take drugs to stay alive and you don't have me grabbing your fur to check on you all the time and you don't have that crazy orange cat chasing you all over hell.
You made my life better, little cat. I can't say it any plainer. And I can't explain it any better. I love you.
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Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Sometimes I wonder if I leave you a note in the frost, will the molecules carry across the valley? Will they find their way into the air and remember the intent and carve themselves across your window? And when you do dishes, will you look out and see the letters form before your eyes and laugh at the silliness that is inside my head?
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i've been crazy for a long time. barely hanging on, but still hanging none the less. sometimes i watch the sand slip through my fingers. instead of scrambling to slow the grains, i just watch them drop and think about the waythey feels against my skin. i've been crazy a long time. weaving in and out of good and bad like a drunkard but its with a crisp sobriety that i make the willing decision not to make a decision. I let time wash over me like a river rock. I've been crazy a long time, but one day i will be smooth.
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Monday, January 25, 2010
Hey, 16 year old me. It's me again. The washed up 37 year old version of yourself. I would like to give you some advice. Do a whole bunch of drugs. Drink more. Get out of the house. That person you're pining for is not worth it. Trust me, I can see this all with the clarity of someone who honestly doesn't want to wake up in the morning any more. And it all started with you. You, 16, wishing for something and watching too many John Hughes movies. Stop watching so much TV. Throw away your comic books. Take down all your stupid posters and cut your fucking hair. Maybe then we'll both have a chance. Eh, who the fuck am I kidding? You can't hear me. I'm sure right now that the 57 year old me is trying to send the same message to the 37 year old me, but then again, I don't see myself ever being 57. Then again, I thought I'd be dead by the time I was 23. And I sure wished I was dead by the time I was 30. So what the fuck do I know, being 37? I've learned absolutely nothing at all. So I have nothing to teach to you at all.
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I wish there was some exorcism I could perform. Some dramatic undo that will take all of this away. Some other world that I could open a door to, somewhere that I could escape from the fog that surrounds me. I can't even escape my world when I dream, as I toss fitfully between glimpses into worlds that don't have any business existing.
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Sunday, January 03, 2010
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