Getting better

I know, I know, I missed yesterday. These things happen.

As the week progresses my brain gains space. Three of this weeks performances are done. Now I just have to do the personal concert. You know, the solo bit. AHHHHH! Help me. Rescue me. Take me to a private island. Ok, freak out over.

I got to be part of a choir which sang at an ordination today. The music and mass were lovely.

So, I am now just sitting watching Jamie Oliver's Christmas specials and not going over my German words for two of my songs and generally being a lousy student.

Second week of Advent starts tomorrow.

Day five

 Fifth day of Advent

Days do not have enough hours to do all the work and still have fun time. But I don't want to give up fun time, so the days need to grow more hours. Just saying.

In other news, Happy St. Nicolas Day!!! I hope you ate your body weight in chocolate.

I have to do junk in my life and yesterday I was loquacious, so this is it.

BEDA, kinda.

I am already a day behind on Blog Every Day Advent. Or a modified version of BEDA. I will not call it blogmas until after the 25th of Dec.

Yesterday was day one. I have not put up the advent wreath, I did not post. I went to work at 6:30 AM and got back to the house at 10:30 last night. I thought that was a legitimate reason for not starting yesterday. I was not at work that entire time, I went to a birthday party for my cousin. December and January are birthday months in my family, on both sides. Anyway, there will be updates, and from here on out I will probably still miss days.

So, shall we do this? Yup.

Auntie Twink

I missed the last two days of BEDA for a very good reason. I was out of country without my computer. If that isn't a valid reason then I will never come up with one.
We went to the States for Easter to be with my oldest nephew, for his First Communion.
I spent a lovely two days being Auntie Twink.
But I am back on the wagon now, so expect more in the coming days.

DAY NINE

Good Friday.

This is the place were I would say something profound and fitting for the day, but I have no words.

As a cradle Catholic, I have functioned in a liturgical year my entire life. It is what I do. If I ever fell away from my faith I would probably still think in a liturgical year. I rejoice in this, because I have seen in the people around me how barren a year can be if you just celebrate the joyful part of any holyday. And on this day that secular people do not credit to be part of Easter, I am glad that I know different and wishful that they did too.

DAY SIX

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

BEDA was not...

Day the Twenty-fourth:

BEDA was not designed by a Catholic. It's Easter. I am not going to take the time to write interesting stuff, when I could be hanging with my family and eating sticky buns. Just isn't going to happen.

He is Risen, Alleluia.

GERONIMO

Agnus Dei

Day the Twenty-second:
It's Good Friday.
This is the only hard part of BEDA. And I forget how to do pictures. So imagine a lovely photo below.

I'm out.

GERONIMO

P.S. I will be back tomorrow.

Vitamin D

Day the Seventeenth:
I think my entire island is suffering from vitamin D deficiency. The instant the sun comes out everyone get happy. Truth is a little like that. There is a strong correlation in my mind between Sun and Son. The one of God. That one. People get happy in a similar way.

This is a big week. I have a tendency to fluctuate between grateful and baffled. Why EXACTLY did God die for me? I'm awful. And then I get a shot of God's vitamin D and remember.

He loves me.

Am I the only one who has to repeat that often, and out loud, just to try and grasp a minute particle of that statement?

GERONIMO

P.S. I think my typing is getting better.

It's thing Friday

Day the Fifteenth:

Thing one:
I found Doctor Who on real Television!!! Private fan girl squee! OK, I'm good. The new season is premiering on time, in Canada. Aren't you excited?

Thing two:
I was reading Conversion Diary this morning and found out that I am not the only one wildly disappointed with my lent. It has been kind of dead beat. I can think of nothing that is drastically spiritually better.

Thing three:
In an effort to aid study, I try to get poetry stuck in my head instead of songs that have no business to be in there. Words without melody simply don't have the same catch. Neither do history dates I am sad to report.

Thing four:
Last night I wished I liked beer. It could have been the perfect ending. So far, though, I remain a hopeless case.

Thing five:
I watch dance every chance I get. Both parents look at me and shake their heads, they so don't get it. I blame them anyway. I was in dance class at the ripe old age of  three.
This passion shows up in different ways. Figure skating. I am an avid fan. For the entire competition season I can tell you when the shows will be broadcast. I will watch them all. Dance at music festival. I have gone to Provincials twice and gone to watch twice. My clearest memory of Prince George, my first provincial experience, was the day I got off, and was allowed to choose what I wanted to do. I dragged my mother to watch dance. She just looked puzzled. I had many good singers to go and see and I wanted to watch dance? Yup, I like dance. Does not mean I am any good though.

Thing six:
Easter is almost here. Singing in three masses in three days is nerve wracking. I always like time to practice. Not going to get much. I am not claiming that I have to put in any where near the time father does though. God bless all priests over the Triduum.

Thing seven:
If any one sees this past week could you send it back to me. I was thinking about giving a second shot. Maybe if I do the same week twice I can keep track of it. Worth a try.

GERONIMO