Divine Surprise

Dear Mother in the Moon
Dear Father in the Sun
Dear Child in the Stars
May you grant us this day
The divine gift of surprise
of seeing our world and our life
in a new and powerful way.

Open our eyes
Open our minds
Open our hearts
Open our lives
To the new that was always out there waiting for us,
To the present created for us,
To the growth we create with you.

We know that surprises will often delight us
when we let them in
But that other surprises may be difficult and heavy to accept.

To stay open to possibilities though
we know that we have to be open
to both the sweet and to the sour
knowing each has a place in our opening to you.

We are here to live and to grow
never being able to know what lies
around the next bend
but we do know
that with the help of you
and with the help of those around us
we can become new and better
from those surprising gifts.

The gift of life is the gift
of the divine surprise
moments that startle us,
moments that amuse us,
moments that delight us,
moments that open us up to the core.

These are the moments when we are aware
we are part of something bigger than us
a family, a community, a world, a universe
that holds more than we can imagine.

Dear Mother in the Moon
Dear Father in the Sun
Dear Child in the Stars
May you grant us this day
The divine gift of surprise
of seeing our world and our life
in a new and powerful way.

Open our eyes
Open our minds
Open our hearts
Open our lives
To the new that was always out there waiting for us
To the present created for us
To the growth we create with you.

Amen

Pastor Callie, Church Of The Divine Surprise 

Over The Din

I have been reading Gwyneth’s fine comment about how I speak from a place that isn’t the text, but is the meaning between, a place hard for others to go.

It reminds me of Kiki, who also lives between.

Sounds a little bit like white noise doesn’t it, ladies and gentlemen?

Fa La La La La La!

But you know, I feel like I was sent to this planet with a mission.

And my mission is to shout out above the din of the white noise.

And every every now and then, I feel this bright light comes down from the heavens; past my head, past my throat, past my bosoms, past my hips, past my knees, down to the tips of my finely polished toenails.

And then it begins to work its way out, ladies and gentlemen.

When that happens, I feel (cough) I have no, I feel I have no, I feel I have no (grunt), I just I have no choice, I just have to (grunt) let it out.

And I feel one of those moments coming upon me right noooooow, Nowwwww, nowwww

Don’t Get Too Comfortable!

Kiki DuRane (Justin Bond), “Why?”
Kiki & Herb Will Die For You At Carnegie Hall, 2004

Kiki and Herb: The Second Coming

Somehow, that cacophony calms me down.

TLoaLLT

I have spread out in the past 10 days or so, looking hard for some kind of connection & failing to find it, but now I have to pack myself up again.

I’d like to figure out how to do it in a way that allows me breathing space, but that’s really hard to figure out on my own.

On my own.  That’s always been the theme here, as evidenced by the tagline this blog has had since the beginning, almost two years ago now:  The Loneliness of a Long Lost Tranny (TLoaLLT).

I know that I chose this lonely route, the journey inward to self, but for the last decade or so, I have been trying to find a way to do the third and last part of the hero’s journey, return with the gifts I have found.  Campbell makes clear that this is the hardest part, because if society wanted the gift, they would already have it.  They have lost it in order to maintain the status quo, to avoid the rebirth, the transformation that would be required to accept it.

It’s this loneliness that means I don’t get traction in the world.  I can’t simply buy into the worlds of others, and I know well that very few can even try to enter my world.  I know this because I have poured my heart out here, trying the best I can to reveal my experience of my life, and well, people mostly see reflections of their world.

No surprise there:

We don’t see things as they are,
we see them as we are.
Anaïs Nin

TBB would like to remind me how unique I am, how exceptional.   Lorraine Hansberry has another reminder:

The thing that makes you exceptional, if you are at all,
is inevitably that which must also make you lonely.
Lorraine Hansberry

My throat hurts, my energy is down, and I feel very sad.

That’s about me, not you.