BEDA

I am going to do BEDA. For those of you not initiated into the world of whatever you would classify this as, that's Blog Every Day April. Goody.

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Singers

Have you ever watched a singer not sing for, oh say, a week?

Just to clarify, singers are not just people that sing. Everyone can sing. Singers are the ones that need to sing so that no one else kills them. Being a singer is as much in your DNA as being Catholic. You are changed for life. I am a Catholic singer. My DNA is altered irrevocably.

I digress.

These past two weeks have been spring break. No lessons. For any parents of singers, this is the time that you prepare to weather storms that have nothing to do with the events of your life. Without lessons, I try to practice more, but I was sick at the beginning, so the damage was done. And then I had an attack of the BAD FOODS. Tomatoes and cheese. I love both. I can't eat them often. There are repercussions. They are not disscussed much, but every time I am seen with either food item, my parents raise an eyebrow and say "should you be eating that?" So, that practice plan was shot to hell.

Bring on the temperamental storms! But I squished my inner DIVA and life is back on track.

God is good.

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St. Anthony and I

He is the man you ask to petition on your behalf when you loose things. Unfortunately we talk quite often. Most of the stuff I loose is not my fault. Really. I loose things like earings, which St Anthony always kindly helps me find. But I don't just misplace my belongings. I'm moslty well organised. Which brings me to the piont.

I lost a book.

I don't loose books. I know were every one of my books is on the shelf. The relationship between my books and memory is very strong. I knew for a fact that I had not leant it out. Besides the piont that I keep written record of which books have gone where, no one but Rachel would want to read this book, and she owns a copy. So I was rightly puzzled. I said a little prayer every time I looked at my bookshelf. Mummy and Rachel were saying prayers. I thought this might be a lesson in deferred gratification. But, sheesh. This had been going on for Months!

I was wrong. It was a lesson on the 4th commandment. Today was a cleaning day. More than just passing over the normal stuff. You know the kind. The pile of socks stuffed into the corner of my bookshelf that had been begging to be dealt with, maneuvered me into a position to see behind my bedside table. This is not common. I try not to look to often. It's kinda scary.

Sixty seconds after asking mummy if she was still praying to St Anthony about that book, BAM! I know, I know cleanliness is next to Godliness. You will also loose less stuff. Lesson learned. Thanks St Anthony.

Course Salt

Fear is a prevailing feeling for me. It varies in degrees, how much it debilitates, but it virtually never leaves. There is one exception. The kitchen is a safe zone. So, in an effort to brighten a dismal St Paddy's Day, I made pretzels for the first time. There are two left. They were received well. Makes me all fuzzy inside.

I worked yesterday. I saw THE PUBLIC. I wore green clothing, a Celtic necklace, and shamrock earrings. Not one person wished me a Happy St. Paddy's Day that I did not prompt. Sheesh. Were are all the Irish?

But my pretzels were yummy. Sprinkled with course salt.

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My Lent, so far

One of my Lenten penances this year was to not use the computer in the afternoon. The idea was, that if I can't escape then I would have to do my homework. I have read three new books in the last four days. So, how well do you think I am doing? Yeah. My thoughts exactly. Brilliant job, dingle-nuts. Sigh. Back into the breach.

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Story telling

Some people are born story tellers. I was actually duped into three years of an activity I disliked because my friend tolled me great stories. That is a talent.

I do not posses that talent. On the whole, my communication skills are below-par. I can be funny, it just isn't intentional most of the time. But storytelling? Nu-huh. By the mid-story point has been reached I have either bored every one silly or lost them. The symptoms are always worse with funny stories. Probably has something to do with timing.

You know that wish list of things, that if God had asked you, you would have requested? To be a weaver of words is one of mine.

Anyway, Just thought I would share.

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Was yesterday fun?

I was scrolling through the blogs I follow this morning, and I noticed a theme. It's Lent. So we should talk about it. I fear two days every year. The fall in the same liturgical season. I struggle with fasting. Medical conditions aside, purposely being hungry happily? Blarg.

I think Lent is a little like forty continuous days of New Year's. We have a resolution, and it is hard every day, but because it is Lent we keep trying . God is good at planning for us. Ever noticed?

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Does it have letters?

If so, then I will probably try to read it. Especially if I need to procrastinate.

Seasons

The flow of the Liturgical seasons is a familiar rhythm. It comes with the other seasons. As soon as spring decided it was coming, I think about Lent. It happens, just like with frost, I think about Advent. I enjoy Lent. The extra grace, the challenge of changing behavior patterns. I feel part of something BIG. And scary. And world changing. Because He is. I love being Catholic.

I do things

Really, there is more to my life than mood swings.

Anyway, today was a big day for me. I don't like performance, I do it 'cause I have to. The latest thingy I got railroaded into was an audition for the Opera Chorus in Victoria. It was scary. No Iris. New venue. All scary.

I lived.

I still haven't figured out why I chose to go into a field were talent is assumed and I get pushed into something I don't like regularly. I love it despite this. Funky.

I do enjoy the feeling that happens when scary things are finished.

"Life  is not meant to be easy, my child; but take courage: it can be delightful."

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