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May 11, 2024
when elder
simplicity grabs you
and chuckles bubble up!
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5/31/24
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31 May 2024 1 Comment
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photo by Quenby of Jeanne
May 11, 2024
when elder
simplicity grabs you
and chuckles bubble up!
jp
5/31/24
30 May 2024 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: queen-of-cups, spirituality, tarot, tarot-cards, tarot-reading
The Queen of Cups is kind and devoted to her family. She understands what’s wrong even before you say anything, and she’s often a healer, guide, or psychic. She always seems to have the perfect solution for any family or love-related issues. You may not even notice her since she is so quiet. She has a mysterious aura about her, and she can be very secretive. She can spin creative stories and is likely to have strong spiritual ideas.
She is kind and compassionate, and she demonstrates motherly characteristics such as loving, nurturing, protecting, and caring. Her keen intuition serves her well, and if a male gets this card, it serves as a gentle reminder not to conceal their feminine side and to be open to the whole range of life’s emotions.
The Queen of Cups is usually linked with sensitivity, sympathy, and a loving disposition, as well as emotional security. She is a counterpoint to the King, representing emotional openness. Despite her outgoing personality, you will find her impact to be mostly passive. Her presence serves as a reminder to remain in touch with their intuition and emotional sides. Her presence should be seen as a kind hand attempting to reveal the strength of your own inner parts, which may be hidden by their calm nature.
The Queen of Cups sits on a colossal stone throne adorned with winged cherubs. She’s sitting on a beach with the cliffs behind her and the seafoam nearly reaching her toes. Her clothing is a basic blue-ish white hue, and her cloak is a magical sight — with its blue, stained-glass aspect, it nearly seems like water. It’s difficult to distinguish where her robe stops and the water starts! She wears a crown and holds a magnificent cup in her hands. The cup has a broad brim, a cover with a long, ornate top, and even handles with angels sitting on them, making it seem like a holy relic. The queen seems to be fixedly gazing at the cup as if nothing could interrupt her concentration.
She is the unwavering queen of love. She considers her emotions to be her strength, the driving force in her life, and the quality in herself and others that she values the most. She is a lady who loves to the point of obsession, the kind of woman who would welcome friends, relatives, and a few strangers to her dinner table.
She’s the one that openly sobs when she watches those heartbreaking charity ads, immediately dialing the hotline and donating all she has to those unfortunate individuals. She may also be a spiritual and perceptive person, as the angels on the cup have observed. She’ll frequently pick up on your mood before you ever tell her.
What You Seek is Already Within You
The card may be advising you to take on more Queen of Cups traits. If you’re scared to reach out and help a buddy, put your anxiety aside and presume they’ll enjoy it. Don’t be afraid to invest your feelings in others – everyone could use a little more love in their lives, and being the one to share it will make you feel much better! Find compassion and sympathy in your own heart, since a queen is often shown as the one, last person who prevents the king from executing someone.
Ask yourself these questions when you draw the Queen of Cups. What do you stand to gain by opening your heart and loving everyone you meet? What have you got to lose? How many of the Queen’s traits do you recognize in yourself? Could you make a conscious effort to emulate the Queen? Is there anybody in your life that reminds you of her? What may you be able to learn from that individual?
What Queen of Cups Means for You Today
The Queen of Cups has appeared today to show that you will enjoy a sense of calm serenity and peace today. It could be that this is encouraging you to be like the Queen of Cups in the face of a difficult situation, or it could be that you will simply have a nice peaceful day. The Queen derives her peace of mind not from external circumstances but from drawing on the deep well of divine love that resides within each of us. When you stop thinking for extended periods, calm and loving energy begins to move through you. Instead of seeking happiness, let the happiness that already hides within you rise to the surface.
22 May 2024 Leave a comment
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| TUESDAY, MAY 21, 2024 “So, what does Jesus do in heaven? He is there for us before the Father, continually showing our humanity to him — showing him his wounds. I like to think that Jesus, prays like this in front of the Father — showing him his wounds. “This is what I suffered for humanity: Do something!” He shows him the price of redemption and the Father is moved.” Pope Francis |
20 May 2024 Leave a comment
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We breathe in Him
and Christ
and the Creator Father!
We are the body of Christ!
11 May 2024 Leave a comment
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It is said that before entering the sea
a river trembles with fear.
She looks back at the path she has traveled,
from the peaks of the mountains,
the long winding road crossing forests and villages.
And in front of her,
she sees an ocean so vast,
that to enter
there seems nothing more than to disappear forever.
But there is no other way.
The river can not go back.
Nobody can go back.
To go back is impossible in existence.
The river needs to take the risk
of entering the ocean
because only then will fear disappear,
because that’s where the river will know
it’s not about disappearing into the ocean,
but of becoming the ocean.
~ Khalil Gibran
5/11/24
10 May 2024 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: chicken, food, olive oil, pasta, recipes

I wanted to share this with you because I also love olive oil. It makes me thrive. I hope you like Garrison’s description and it makes you laugh.
I am now putting olive oil on my pancakes, in my coffee, sipping it from a wine glass, after reading that it is beneficial in holding dementia at bay. Don’t ask for proof, I believe what I want to believe, like most other people my age. I don’t want to spend my last years babbling in a seniors’ warehouse; I plan to do stand-up comedy until I’m 97 and then be shot cleanly by a jealous husband whose wife told him she wished he were more like me. A Republican husband — these guys can shoot straight — will aim his .44 and send me instantly, no mouth-to-mouth, to whatever paradise God keeps for us Episcopalian liberals. Probably a dorm where we’ll sit around and read the same copy of the New York Times over and over. No bliss, just boredom.
Do I sound demented to you, dear reader? Tell me if I do.
Meanwhile I’m alone in a New York apartment; my sweetie’s back in Minnesota, hanging out with artsy people, engaged in witty conversation over glasses of exquisite sauvignon blanc, discussing the merits of Messiaen vs. Saint-Saëns, while her pathetic pal sits worrying about going gaga while sipping olive oil.Is this how I imagined my life would be back when I was your age, kiddos?No, I thought I would grow up and be distinguished — I got an honorary doctorate long long ago, and okay, it was from a little Lutheran school in Minnesota, but still. I looked good in the gown and a professor with a genuine doctorate read the citation, which made me sound like a combination of Jonas Salk, Will Rogers, and St. Julia the Uncomplaining. I never won a literary award but Stephen Sondheim once walked up and told me he enjoyed my limericks. Modest man that I am, I didn’t even snap a selfie of us. I was interviewed once on the BBC and I don’t mean the Boston Boys Club, I mean the one in London with the ladies and gentlemen with the excellent accents, accents unavailable to the son of a postal clerk in Anoka, Minnesota.
I was forced into hard labor when I was ten years old, sent to the cruel Fred Peterson, a farmer just west of us, where I slaved in his cornfields, hoeing endless rows in the blazing sun, and then picking the corn, and then picking his potatoes, a heavy burlap bag over my skinny shoulders. My back is still stooped from the weight, and when I go over to someone’s house for dinner, I notify them that if corn or potatoes are served, I am likely to be violently ill. As a result, guess what: I’m never invited. I long for a cheeseburger but I pull up under the Golden Arches and smell the french fries and I am blinded by tears and have to lie down with a cold compress on my forehead.
It happened back in the Fifties, long before young people were allowed to choose their gender, and I was forced to be a man even though I didn’t understand football, didn’t care for dirty jokes, had no interest in cars or guns or poker, had no taste for beer, and I have been stuck in this gender ever since. Men avoid me, and I try to be friends with women and they mistake it for flirtation and turn away in disgust. It’s a sad story and do I complain? No, I feel gratitude. I was forced to be grateful when I was a kid. I was fed wretched food and Mother said, “Children in China would be grateful to have that macaroni and cheese.” And look at what happened to those Chinese children. They’re grown up and prosperous and have advanced electronics and it’s not a democracy so they don’t have to deal with politicians.
No, it’s been a hard life and I didn’t mention the time I was kidnapped by coyotes. But I’m grateful. I tell myself, “It could be worse. I could get old and lose my mind.” The other day, I forgot the word “cognitive” for hours, I thought, “Alert? Informed? Awake? Attentive? Cerebral? Incognito?” The very word for the skills I’m scared of losing. And then I made a salad with olive oil and vinegar dressing and the word came back. It wasn’t the vinegar. It was the olive oil. I read that somewhere. Maybe a newspaper, maybe online.
09 May 2024 Leave a comment
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THURSDAY, MAY 9, 2024
“Why we celebrate. Because with the Ascension, something new and beautiful happened: Jesus brought our humanity, our flesh, into heaven — this is the first time — that is, he brought it in God. That humanity that he had assumed on earth did not remain here. The risen Jesus was not a spirit, no. He had his human body, flesh and bones, everything. He will be there in God forever. “
07 May 2024 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: acrobal par exelence, Annika at 3 years old, balance beam, natural talent, Pope Francis, takes after her mother, the way to unfailing happiness, walk the highwire

“Jesus himself is the way to follow to live in truth and to have life in abundance. He is the way and therefore faith in him is not a “package of ideas” in which to believe, but rather a road to be travelled, a journey to undertake, a path with him. It is following Jesus, because he is the way that leads to unfailing happiness.”
03 May 2024 Leave a comment
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| FRIDAY, MAY 3, 2024 “In the Eucharist Jesus does not give just any bread, but the bread of eternal life, he gives Himself, offering Himself to the Father out of love for us. But we must go to the Eucharist with those sentiments of Jesus, which are compassion and the will to share. One who goes to the Eucharist without having compassion for the needy and without sharing, is not at ease with Jesus.” |