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It looks like we will have to cancel our planned vacation in Santa Fe. We have too much work to supervise, too many craftsmen coming and going, too many details to attend to in the next several weeks. I'll miss the Opera and Spanish Market and friends and family but we can make it up later in the Fall or Winter. sigh.
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"But what does it mean, to talk about sacramental reality and sacramental vision?
A sacrament, in the Catholic Church, is an outward sign instituted by Christ to confer grace. It is composed of matter, the physical part of the sacrament, and form, the words of ritual which complete the sign and make of it a new and transcendent reality. Water plus "Ego te baptizo," etc. creates a washing which penetrates to the very soul, removing the stain of original sin and leaving an indelible mark which reveals that the newly-baptized soul is now a vessel of grace, for example.
When we speak of a sacramental view of the world, then, we are seeing in smaller ways this same drama unfolding. Food is just food, a table is just furniture, a family is composed of individuals who are not always one in mind or spirit; but bring them together for the evening meal, heads bowed in humble gratitude to God for each other and the meal they are about to share, and you've transformed mere eating into an ancient and powerful ritual of unity and fellowship.
The thing about cultivating a sacramental vision, though, is that it's not just true, it's dangerously true. It's not possible to view the world this way and to create blessing rituals for cohabitating couples, for instance; to do so is to pretend that it's possible to bless sin, and that would be a lie. It's not possible to believe in sacramental realities and simultaneously believe that the morality of torture depends entirely on whether or not we're the one's doing it, (for good and noble reasons, of course); because that would make man's dignity less than absolute, and man, who himself is a sacramental unity of matter and spirit, has dignity inherent to himself, which may not be violated. It's not possible to seek a sacramental understanding of the world and believe that abortion is morally permissible either, because the child is the reality that transcends his parents, springing into being before they even know he is there; it is irrelevant whether they 'want' him; they are bound to love him, by their own nature and by his. It's not possible to view the created world as a reflection of the sacramental truths of our existence and believe, at the same time, that we may plunder the earth, deplete its resources, engage in cruelty to the animals upon which we feed, tamper with the seeds and disrespect the soil with impunity; we do this at our peril, even if it is our descendants who will curse us for our shortsighted disrespect of the natural gifts that grace our home.
It isn't possible, in other words, to accept this vision of truth in less than its fullness--but its fullness is radical and reformative, changing everything it touches, and challenging us continually to embrace it despite its costs." ___Erin Manning
I posted Manning's statement, not because I agree with it in it's entirety, but because it proposes a vision of radical sacramentality which I find interesting.
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The party's over, it's time to call it a day.
They've burst your pretty balloon and taken the moon away.
It's time wind up the masquerade.
Just make you mind up the piper must be paid.
The party's over. The candles flicker and dim.
You danced and dreamed through the night,
it seemed to be right just being with him.
Now you must wake up, all dreams must end.
Take off your makeup, the party's over.
It's all over, my friend.
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It's been a busy week: tons of errands. Lots accomplished but many things still undone. Calls to make, systems to set up, hard drives to be organized. So slowly I turned! Step by step,step by step...
And perhaps more will be accomplished in the coming week.
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Victoria! The transition from Comcast to my new service provider is complete. Everthing went well except that Mac Mail would not accept the new e-mail server. I spent almost two hours with an excellent tech support guy. And finally everything is dialed in. Now I have to spend some time letting my contacts know of the change. All in good time. I may keep the old account for a while...
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