+JMJ+ Welcome to part 23 of our weekly series on the soul. When I was a Buddhist, I could never quite accept the teachings on the soul, or, rather, the lack thereof. Not lack of teachings, but the teachings on the lack of a soul. Hinduism, in general, teaches that there is an atman (soul). Buddhism, in all branches with which I’m familiar, teaches that there is anatman (no soul).Continue reading “Weekly Series on the Soul, Part 23”
+JMJ+ Come on in and pull up a chair. If it’s too hot in here, just give it a second and I’ll be turning on the A.C. That’s how it is with sarcoidosis and Prednisone. It’s like going through the change every minute of your life: freezing one moment, burning up the next. Ah, well, enough about me. How do take your tea? Let’s sit and talk a while.
I wanted to say something about the Thursday evening posts (okay, a lot of them have ended up being Friday wee morning hours posts, but I digress) that are part of the weekly series on the soul. It’s not that I am a know-it-all about the soul or spiritual theology or any aspect of Catholic teaching. It’s just that I get interested in a particular subject and the first thing I wanna do is run show somebody what I’ve found, like a little kid.Continue reading “A few words and another cuppa, let’s talk a while”
Thinking about a topic for tonight’s post I stumbled upon a great idea: How about ME? ;) I’ve been reading a lot of posts and tweets about what COVID-19 is like. Suffering from it, that is. And to tell the truth, it sounds a lot like what I go through every day with sarcoidosis, on steroids. (That there be an inside joke. Sarcoidosis. On steroids. Steroids being the main, if not the only treatment for it. Ha. Sigh. Ahem! Anyway…)
I am NOT making light of COVID-19, nor am I saying it’s no worse than sarcoidosis. It clearly is. I’m just saying that there are similarities. Here’s what I mean.Continue reading “(More than) a few words and anotha cuppa”
Greetings! Good to see you! Well, I can’t see you see you, but—oh, you know what I mean. Tonight I’ve got a couple of quick personal updates and then I’ll share something I’ve found recently on the web while
surfing the web doing important research for an important writing project. Ahem.
First: If you follow me on Twitter, then you’ve probably seen my tweets about my sister. She’s been going through some rough times with some painful health issues. She’s doing better but still has a way to go to be fully healed. To those of you who have been praying, thank you. I appreciate it and so does she, very much. Twitter & blog family prayer warriors rock!Continue reading “A few words, a cuppa and anotha”
I told the Lord I don’t know how to pray. I know, He said. Oh, right, I guess He would.
I told Him I’ve been busy doing and decidedly un-busy praying. Uh huh, He said. (You might not think that He would speak that way, but He does, sometimes, at least, to me, anyway.)
So I told Him, Look, I really don’t know how to pray and a whole lot of other things besides.
Finally, He said, Now we’re getting somewhere.Continue reading “I really don’t know how to pray”
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.Continue reading “A few words and anotha cuppa”