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I was under the summer sun in our unused lot a few blocks away at midday, watching the molten wax beat out the fire of the largest candle in the house while my thoughts whirled around like the gaseous product of fire. I gathered three white candles (the aforementioned largest candle in this house that would probably outlive me, one-half of the one I used during the renewal of my baptismal vows, and a random white vigil candle with a sunflower painted on its container) and laid them in an old pillowcase with my journal and a note addressed to God at the center. That small piece of lined paper contained my intentions and all I knew of the situation. I planned to burn it so the wind could carry it upwards, exactly where it should be. I wasn't fully acquainted with who I was doing it for but I knew I had to do it, even if the ritual is all I could offer for their resilience.
I had my own mini-liturgy with the beetles and bees shortly thereafter and, coincidentally or not, I discovered that John 15: 1-8 (i.e. Vine and Branches) was the Gospel for today, for the second time this week, and for the third time in my working memory. If that had meant anything at all, I think it would have to relate with the fact that Jesus remains, if we remain in Him. It’s a lovely cycle that starts with faith, and the most we could do in this life is to not lose it. So don't lose it.
That said, I think whatever I got myself into was worth every second of heat. I don't believe everything under Catholicism but I believe the words of the evangelists, especially the one in the Gospel for today, which I find myself oddly attached to. I haven't done anything that peaceful my whole life and knowing that I just had accomplished it with good intentions made it even more fulfilling for me.
The weather pattern in this side of the earth is still unpredictable, though. The rainclouds settled in with the sun a few hours later. I took everything to the little shack in the lot. Like what this blogger would have done, I headed back outside with the rain soaking me. There it was, momentary pleasure in the form of raindrops. I walked back home at that point, because I couldn't stand starvation and it was way past lunchtime.
Micah, if you read this... :)
I was under the summer sun in our unused lot a few blocks away at midday, watching the molten wax beat out the fire of the largest candle in the house while my thoughts whirled around like the gaseous product of fire. I gathered three white candles (the aforementioned largest candle in this house that would probably outlive me, one-half of the one I used during the renewal of my baptismal vows, and a random white vigil candle with a sunflower painted on its container) and laid them in an old pillowcase with my journal and a note addressed to God at the center. That small piece of lined paper contained my intentions and all I knew of the situation. I planned to burn it so the wind could carry it upwards, exactly where it should be. I wasn't fully acquainted with who I was doing it for but I knew I had to do it, even if the ritual is all I could offer for their resilience.
I had my own mini-liturgy with the beetles and bees shortly thereafter and, coincidentally or not, I discovered that John 15: 1-8 (i.e. Vine and Branches) was the Gospel for today, for the second time this week, and for the third time in my working memory. If that had meant anything at all, I think it would have to relate with the fact that Jesus remains, if we remain in Him. It’s a lovely cycle that starts with faith, and the most we could do in this life is to not lose it. So don't lose it.
That said, I think whatever I got myself into was worth every second of heat. I don't believe everything under Catholicism but I believe the words of the evangelists, especially the one in the Gospel for today, which I find myself oddly attached to. I haven't done anything that peaceful my whole life and knowing that I just had accomplished it with good intentions made it even more fulfilling for me.
The weather pattern in this side of the earth is still unpredictable, though. The rainclouds settled in with the sun a few hours later. I took everything to the little shack in the lot. Like what this blogger would have done, I headed back outside with the rain soaking me. There it was, momentary pleasure in the form of raindrops. I walked back home at that point, because I couldn't stand starvation and it was way past lunchtime.
Micah, if you read this... :)
