conjectural navel gazing; jesus in lint form

pregnant!?

Um...no. But I seem to have it on my brian. It is a cosmic conspiracy of some kind and I am not sure I really appreciate the seraphim tweakin' my mojo like this. Still, it seems appropriate to share.

Here is the canticle from morning prayers that I thought was great.

A Song of True Motherhood
Julian of Norwich

God chose to be our mother in all things
and so made the foundation of his work,
most humbly and most pure, in the Virgin's womb.
God, the perfect wisdom of all,
arrayed himself in this humble place.
Christ cam in our poor flesh
to share a mother's care.
Our mothers bear us for pain and for death;
our true mother, Jesus, bears us for joy and endless life.
Christ carried us within him in love and travail,
until the full time of his passion.
And when all was completed and he had carried us so for joy,
still all this could not satisfy the power fo his wonderful love.
All that we owe is redeemed in truly loving God,
for the love of christ works in us;
Christ is the one whom we love.

That'll do. I love it.

Now, the other thing is this. Firstly, "Fluid Pudding" is an ingenius blog title. Secondly, the link about the arrival of the "pudding pop" was great. Really. I must be getting old. Sigh. Anyone want to come over for tea tomorrow morning? You know, sit on the front stoop and talk about life, babies, the future and how we will endeavor to go on vactions together and all that? I promise that I will not play John Denver tunes (though they would be the appropriate liturgical music for the rite) or anything by Peter, Paul and Mary. I make no promises about Veggie Tales.

Posted by tripp at April 28, 2004 09:18 AM