A few words and another cuppa, let’s talk a while

+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. 

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(More than) a few words and anotha cuppa

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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.

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Our First Cuppa Together in 2020

This will be our first cuppa together in 2020. The night is dark and windy, Miss Lucy Dawg is snoozing by the fire, music is playing softly in the background. Tea’s ready. Have a seat while I fill our cups. 

We’ve talked about conversion before and I mentioned that I gave up my New Age ways, and I think I mentioned astrology. I gave it up, not because it doesn’t work (that’s a topic for a whole other blog post), but because Holy Mother Church said to. But I didn’t give it up right away. Now this is not a post about astrology or my past obsession with it, but about the fact that becoming Catholic changes us. It must change us, the deep down us, and that takes time. Took me a few years to give up astrology and my other New Age ways, though I was certainly moving toward that from reception into the Church onward.

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A few words and anotha cuppa

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.

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