My friend Lally and I have made tentative plans to meet for shopping after the Rapture. And Jelli-donut has agreed to allow me to carry the bags of yarn we're both gonna need in the Hereafter. So it looks like we're all set. (pause)
My RC background barely allows me to joke about this stuff. We weren't versed in hair tugging/rapture as pint-sized catholics, but there was an awful lot of ring kissing, incense burning, genuflecting, sign-of-the-Crossing, and Saturday night confession. Not to mention empty growling Sunday stomaches before the Host was passed. We all wanted to believe in something - we all continue our search for signs in the universe. And as for me, I'd like to believe that this uncivilized crowd will go the way of the dinosaur- with a slight twist - that we just might smarten up before its time to bend over and grab our collective ankles.
On the way home from my mom's there was a motorcycle fatality. Traffic was completely backed up for miles and my fire fighter son, who had to respond to this tragedy, was able to send word to take another route. It made me think of a song that I've always loved - James Taylor singing 'Home by Another Way'. I tried to embed the Youtube version for you all, but failed. Go and have a listen yourself - http://youtu.be/YI9ORNri7hA (sorry, I'll try harder IF there is a next time)
"Steer clear of royal welcomes
Avoid a big to-do
A king that would slaughter the innocents
Will not cut a deal for you ...."
I am reading an important book, one which endorses the notion of avoiding royal welcomes. In fact, this author is making an attractive case for going out, getting lost, finding oneself. Taking another way home.
Listen to this- "Leave the door open for the unknown, the door into the dark. That's where the most important things come from, where you yourself came from, and where you will go." She asks the question - "How will you go about finding that thing the nature of which is totally unknown to you?" I'm having a hard time putting this one down. I hope that I can finish before the hair-tugging commences.
There were a few things that I didn't get to cross off the Rapture Bucket List -
I meant to weed the east garden and get rid of the old grasses.
The front porch needed painting and that didn't happen either. I DID spend a lot of quality time with Jack Russell, who is recovering from dental surgery - quite an ordeal for such an elderly fellow.
He's pushing his luck - carrying this post-surgical thing a little too far. You are looking at the sheers blown across the sofa from an opened window - he's claimed them as part of his bedding. The sofa is permanently lost to me. It has DOG written all over it. Jack Nirvana.
Anyway, I took a road less travelled this evening. I thought about the poor luckless soul who lost his life on a motorcycle today, I thought about his mother and how this irrevocable event will alter her existence. I thought about my brave son, my lovely daughter. And I saw an Indigo Bunting fly across the back country road, its blue intensity disappearing into the thicket. I swear to God.