Ignatius

Ignatius of Loyola, 31 July, the feast day, the day the Catholic Church celebrates this man’s life.

From the 1500’s.

Solider become man of the cloth, founder, believer, a person that turned to faith, turned to God.

What lessons?

One primary mantra, “…to the greater glory of God…”,

A simple commitment, a life of self-reflection and service, a unique, refreshing basis for spirituality…

The Examen:

Prepare yourself for prayer.

Review the day with gratitude.

Pay attention to your emotions.

Select a part of your day to pray on.

Pray for tomorrow.

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Amen. AMEN.

Thanks, Iggy~~~

Home With Sick Kids

Everyone under the weather, three sick kids home from summer camp on a week day; and so, unexpected change – up, mix up, adjust to the situ.

Hydrate, biforcate, med-up, rest-up, get them back to even, get them back to camp.

Recipe for that?

Sleep in, jammies all day, comfort food, Kids Jam playlist, Bruno, BTS, reading, puzzles, games, on their own, no TV, a little bored, noses a little sore, stuck in the house, mending mending,

better soon, better soon.

Lyrics Post: “American Idiot”

I can’t believe it’s been nearly 20 years since this song, this album, came I tot the world. Somehow it seems more relevant and urgent today than 2004 when it came into the world.

Listen up. Don’t be an American Idiot.

“American Idiot”

Don’t wanna be an American idiot

Don’t want a nation under the new mania

And can you hear the sound of hysteria?

The subliminal mind fuck America

Welcome to a new kind of tension

All across the alienation

Where everything isn’t meant to be okay

Television dreams of tomorrow

We’re not the ones who’re meant to follow

For that’s enough to argue

Well maybe I’m the faggot America

I’m not a part of a redneck agenda

Now everybody do the propaganda

And sing along to the age of paranoia

Welcome to a new kind of tension

All across the alienation

Where everything isn’t meant to be okay

Television dreams of tomorrow

We’re not the ones who’re meant to follow

For that’s enough to argue

Don’t want to be an American idiot

One nation controlled by the media

Information age of hysteria

It’s calling out to idiot America

Welcome to a new kind of tension

All across the alienation

Where everything isn’t meant to be okay

Television dreams of tomorrow

We’re not the ones who’re meant to follow

For that’s enough to argue”

Writer(s): Billie Joe Armstrong, Frank Wright, Michael Pritchard

Up and Down

Master the skill, up and down. On the golf course, up and down on the green means getting there and sinking the putt in short order.

Maybe it’s similar in life, up and down. Each day, get up and get your work done; pursue the goals of your life, the goals of the day. Whatever that is for you. But get UP, and do. DO.

And then be ok in coming down, slowing down, each day. Let yourself do that. Come down. Rest. Respite. Relax. Slow down. SLOW DOWN.

And then do the whole thing again the next day.

Get good at the up and down.

It will serve you well.

In Between

I’m between good and bad most of the time; maybe we all are. The Devil and The Angel, each shoulder. Aren’t we all like that? If we’re honest, it must be so, must be human nature,

In between sun-up and sundown, so much happens, so much, so uncertain, so unsure, then sure, sometimes, in between,

In between here and there, us and them, then and now, what to do, how to feel, in between,

It’s where everything happens, in between, ok ok, do it, get it done, make the most of,

In between.

Lyrics Post: “Numpty” Paulo Nutini

Not a song I woulda thought an immediate candidate for this blog, but then…

This happened… remembering the first single all those years ago… Not so long ago, but a bit back… And then revisiting… And enjoying… And then this…

Hey, la, la

La, la

Yeah

Building a house so it can fall at the first brick

If the cement don’t stick

But I’ve been told

That it only gets harder from there!

Hmm, now that I’m young I just do what I do

I don’t second guess too much.

Shed my ties and I’m not that wise

I’m not all grown up as such.

But all the talk about the ring and the baby

Gets me every time

Am I big enough, strong enough, to walk along your line?

Yeah, baby

Building a house so it can fall at the first brick

If the cement don’t stick

But I’ve been told

That it only gets harder from there!

You say, I’m always on the hustle

That I don’t know just how good I get it

And that there’s plenty of men out there with money and muscle

“Look at these hips, baby, don’t you forget them”

Oh, but the curves all go, the money we’ll spend

What we’re left with in the end,

Oh she’s wantin’ half and she’s staking her claim

I’m saying, ‘who’s that bitch with my second name? ‘

Oh, cause building a house so it can fall at the first brick

If the cement don’t stick

But I’ve been told

That it only gets harder from there!

Yeah, baby, truth be told

I’m only trying to keep my head above the water

Responsibility, eternal monogamy,

Ah I’m not a father, child

Are you a mother, are you?

Oh, my pride and joy

Yeah you, you are my pride and joy!

Yeah, building a house so it can fall at the first brick

If the cement don’t stick

But I’ve been told

That it only gets harder from there!

Yeah, baby,

Building a house so it can fall at the first brick

If the cement don’t stick

But I’ve been told

That it only gets harder from there!

But I’ve been told

That it only gets harder from there!

But I’ve been told

That it only gets harder from there!

Eeeee uuuuuuuu

Uuuuuuuuuu

Uuuuuuuuuu

Eeeeeeeee

Writer(s): Paolo Giovanni Nutini