Thank you...

There is thing... Gosh, starting a sentance like that makes me feel dumb.

Moving on.

Recently in some of the YouTube videos I have been watching, people have been thanking J.K. Rowling. So I thought, why limit yourself to one English author?

Thank you A.A. Milne for the way I write to and orally address my mummy. Thank you for writing poetry that I simply memorised by reading it repeatedly. Thank you for Eeyore. And Winnie-the-Pooh.

Thank you Arthur Ransome for getting me through the first years of homeschooling.

Thank you Baroness Emma Orczy for writing The Scarlet Pimpernel. This book showed me that 100% was possible with Seton.

Thank you Constance Savery for outstanding children's literature, That as an adult becomes more complex.

Thank you C.S. Lewis. And Tolkien, and Chesterton. Thank you for being great men and wonderful authors.

Thank you Josephine Tey. You were a late edition to my life. I'm sorry it took me so long.

Thank you Georgette Heyer for filling up so much of my book shelf. My life would be that little bit more barren without you.

Thank you Diana Wynne Jones for Howl and Chant. You will be missed.

I think that's it for now.

P.S. Does Robin McKinley count? She is from the States but lives in England.

Demands have been made.

I have been suffering form feeling the futility of words. There is nothing about me that is new, exciting or particularly interesting. So I haven't felt the urge to share. Nothing out of the ordinary happens to me and I do not have the talent to spin boring into a story.
(That only sounded mildly self absorbed, didn't it?)

So onwards.

Thing one: I got bangs. I have been asking hairdressers for years, if maybe, just maybe I could have bangs? They said no. I finally found one who thought it was my hair. It was a nice change, and I am going to stick with her.

Thing two: Courage was used today. I bought shorts. Summer is torture. Every thing is shorter, people want you to wear swimsuits.Just all round torture. But, I was brave and it went better than it has in the past.

Thing three: I got a ticket to the midnight showing for Harry Potter. This is the first time I will go to a midnight showing and it is for the last film.

Thing four: Melismas are evil.

Thing five: I want to talk about my faith, or spiritual journey, or something. I keep pulling a blank. Apparently I have no spiritual life. Talk about a freaky news flash.

Thing six: The Canucks won tonight. A happier Christina does this make.

Thing seven: I am just getting into Downtown Abbey, and the third and fourth episodes are on Sunday night. Goody!

GERONIMO

Spiritual Directors

For a couple years I have had my eyes open for a spiritual director, but there are a few things standing in my way.

Namely, me.

Advice is usually offered in confession. I travel for confession so as to not go the the parish priest. And also we don't have a proper confessional. I need a screen. It is vital. But the point still stands. I don't want to face the the still very human person I just humbled myself before. (As a side not, I get the theology, my issue still exists.) But a spiritual director would have to know me, and know me well. It makes me squiggly inside. Something is in my way.

Namely, me. A very proud me.

I have notice that I get in the way of my growth quite often. I should stop. It's a bad habit.

GERONIMO