Grace is called for…and will they serve spaghetti in heaven?
Shine your light on us today
We need mercy
We need healing
We want justice
We want to have hope
Show us how to have that peace
Your Son spoke of
The one that passes understanding
So many things Lady that seem unfair
So many trials that make no sense
So much suffering in which we cannot find meaning
How much is God’s hand in this day to day journey?
How does peace live in one person when another is in pain?
How does joy live in one family when another family is hungry?
I know I know we have been asking this a long long time
Like children who want to know why the sky is blue
We want to know – what is true?
And so we shall take our comfort
in one bright star, and one marigold blooming,
in a sweet cup of coffee from a lover’s hand
in the meow of a kitty that is happy to see you
in the beauty of a moment when I can write
to you and have a “sense”
you can hear me.
Today I pray for those who have gone on
before us, and who, if we are lucky
we might get served spaghetti
when we show up.
I am off to church, journeying to one I have never been to before. I hear they have smoke and mirrors and rock and roll and that is good because I need to dance today. I know they won’t honor Mary or MAMA in any of her forms so I had to start my day by writing Her because when I go anywhere but Orthodox churches the lack of the presence of the feminine is sometimes sickening, and sometimes sorrowful. But today I just have to dance so I shall visit a Pastor in blue jeans with a mike instead of a my Priest in purple robes who chants.
I have to dance in my cowgirl boots today because I go to honor the life of my godmother, Jaunita, a legend. It is no wonder I turned out this way when I see who my mother surrounded me with – wild original authentic ones, I didn’t stand a chance for normal. That is why Grace is called for. Because those of us wild ones need plenty of grace to get through the lives and identities we have chosen. I know we lived with this woman when I was a baby – and perhaps that is where I inherited my desire to serve up food to folks….today we honor her legacy of wildness. And I pray for grace for her, for me, for you and for anyone who needs it. That would be all of us.
There is lots to read – and here is one with actual quotes about her. Rest in Peace Big Mama. http://insidescoopsf.sfgate.com/blog/2011/03/02/remembering-the-singular-juanita-musson-the-drinking-mans-julia-child/
and here’s another one http://mohurley.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-rarely-ever-got-what-you-wanted-at.html
P.S. The above painting is the one I told you about last week, it is a close up of just her face, called Lady Grace which I painted for a woman doctor who serves the poorest in her community in Roseland Santa Rosa. Her husband commissioned it for her birthday…