I spent the day drinking tea and cuddling with (and cooking chicken for) Miss Lucy Dawg, and binge-watching a show I never got into when it was in its original run, Earth: Final Conflict. I’m on episode 15 of season one and I’m enjoying it. Especially the theme song, will have to look for the soundtrack. After I watch it all the way through once, I’ll go back and re-watch it, and maybe I’ll write something about it. We’ll see.
Have also been going through my library. Oh, if only it were a real library with books on shelves lining the walls and I could walk up and down and touch the covers and gaze upon them lovingly. Alas, I’ve had to pore over boxes and stacks of physical books and browse through digital books on a laptop screen. (My eyes! My eyes!) It’s just not the same. Plus the fact that I’ve got so many fascinating books, sometimes it’s difficult to pick one and settle down with it. No, that’s not true. It’s always difficult to pick one and settle down. For me, anyway.
Ruh roh, my cup’s empty. And an empty cup is a sad cup. Gotta getta anotha cuppa tea. Be right back.
Okay, I’m back and my cup is full and I brought one for you, just in case. Here ya go. Ah. De-lightful.
So after the day’s browsing and deliberating and procrastinating (who, me?) I think I’ll take my good Bible, my old NAB with the leather cover—the one I bought for $5 at the bookstore where I used to work—and soak in some Scripture tonight. Not using an app on a computer screen, not an app on an iPad or a phone, and also not a paperback or a hardback, but the good, heavy, weighty NAB with the leather cover and pages with the gilded edges and a red ribbon for marking my place. Or the leather covered RSV-Second Catholic Edition with the icon on the front.
And I’ll pray the Rosary, slowly, taking my time to pronounce the words well and to visualize the scenes as if I were there. And then pray the Divine Mercy for an end to the culture of death, and for all who need mercy (that’d be all of us), and for all who are dying or who have recently died, and all of the Holy Souls in Purgatory, and all who have no one to pray for them. For all who are feeling lost and alone. For all who are in any kind of pain. For all who feel abandoned. For those who actually have been abandoned, by their family, their friends, but never by the Lord, never by His Blessed Mother.
And I’ll pray for all on my prayer list, the one that stretches halfway to Alpha Centauri by now. All of my contacts are included, those who read my tweets, including those who subsequently troll me, all readers of the blog, including those who stumble upon it accidentally, and including you reading this right now.
Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoy your visit and that you’ll drop by often. Now that I’m a bit more recovered from The Heart Attack™ (OY!) I’m much more active here than I was, and I’m checking links (argh, so many links!), and adding to the booklist, and adding pages. Check out the Rosary Project and the tiny but growing Devotions section while you’re here.
Until next time, whoever you are and wherever you are, may the Lord bless you and keep you, and may His peace be always with you.
This has been the first post in the A Few Words and Anotha Cuppa series. :)