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Today, I woke up late, missed the Lit. for my Patron Saint Andrew. Got myself slowly together, and attempted not to step on anyone's feet, while my mother and Greg got things ready for Greg's birthday party tonight. It was a tremendous success, Laurie came and helped, prepare and place the food for the evening. All their friends from Church came and everyone enjoyed themselves. Hronea Polla!
here is an extensive literature of spiritual music throughout the Orhtodox world known as “spiritual verses”. They are usually not in the liturgical languages, but, in the various peasant dialects. The so-called “kolyadki” are part of this tradition, and, indeed, are unintelligible outside of it. The actual situation is more varied and diverse than some nationalists would have you believe. This musical genre exists from Kotlas in the north to Rhodes in the south, from Vladivstok in the east to Užgorod in the west. It comes from all our peoples, not just one.
Today I spent the morning at the Sing of the Theotokos, helping set up the alter and tables for the 30 year anniversary dinner.It felt like what a happy contemporary church should reflect, a community and family. Glory to GOD. Mom, was sick last night, up through the night with 'gastro'? of course I slept through the whole thing. Now (as I write this), I looked up Trebas, institues web site for film and TV, production and post production, following Fr.John's guidance, it looks really solid and I've put in a RFI. I like the idea of studing film, and post production effects, perhaps working towards digital, internet, commercials? It's so accessable, and there are so many new commercial, and non profit ventures to bring to market. I think it would be really fun to do.
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Well, things have leveled out with Fr.Roberto. I'm glad, the people at the mission mean a lot to me. I still have some trouble talking with some and thinking "does Fr. see this?", it's akin to thinking "yeah, I'm a good person!" But healing will come with time, have patience. Last night was fun, few people showed up, I prayed for my friend Naomi 'in Saskatchewan', during the vesper prayer service, it was nice to feel like she's a part of the community there. She is. After wards father was late for his 'bridges' bible study class, and we digressed into the 'Cat in the Hat', it was priceless.
Hey, Ok so I made it into Metamorphosis, this morning, a bit of a hairy day indeed. But I remind myself that, things sometimes, get tougher before they get easier, but eventually they do get easier. Naomi emailed me, and told me that she was moving in with her brother in Sask. I was gald to hear that. A person should'nt be alone "in the wilderness".
Gota early start on the day, 4am wake up. Read, Orthodox Psycotherapy, HSV, terrific read. 7.15am Metamorphosis, Fr.George in fine form. Kaffes & kolivas after the Lit. 11.45am Olympium, the Alcatraz Ironman,(Shawn, I still say I'm right!), 4.30pm home for din. I'm greatfull will be there. Let's duplicate!
A nice, early wake up for a change, I find that when I sleep in I feel like I'm loosing out on life. I made it to Church on time, and was invited to read during the Orthos, and even during the Lit. standing with the Cantors. I enjoy Fr.George's surmons very much, and look forward to the next. I've given more thought to what Fr.Roberto said, and although I still want to calm these impulses dow, I found him to be ill informed, hypocritical, and even insulting. I have these thoughts I wrestle with, and pray the Lord has mercy on us. On a lighter note, my dad got a flat tire in Saracuse this morning and said that he'd be a couple of hours late getting in to Toronto. I think I'm gonna need as many Liturgies as I can get?
A run later helps clear the head, and in this cold, the heart! If you lead, I am left to follow. Walking through my dream, half a man half a child, stung, strange. Looking out upon my hopes measuring my range, as a fire building, tool wielding, hunter. It's a dirty job.
By the prayers of our Holy Fathers Lord Jesus Christ have mercy on us and save us. Today Fr.Roberto politely asked me to ease up on my search for female companion ship within the parish and mission. I appreciate his loving care for his flock, but I found his criticism to be, ill informed, prejudice, and hypocritical. It started out as a "an opportunity to sit down and chat", and ended with an ultimatum. I didn't feel that he cared at all to understand ME, and may even figure he already, knows ME. I admit that for several reasons it hurt. 1) I found that it was an over reaction, considering the 3 women involved 2) a double standard, one of those young ladies has gone on to another relationship within the community (agreed, a man much better than me). 3) He exemplified to me that he has'nt forgiven me, and there were irresponsable attempts to provoke guilt and shame. I say this in anger of course, and consider Fr.Roberto to be amongst the most caring and considerate men I've met, and the misison as a perfect example of a few committed people making the kinds of change nessecary for helping bring fullfillment to other peoples lives who would otherwise be neglected. He invited me to spend more time at the mission and be a comfort and companion to the lonely there, and when my anger subsides I will take him up on that. As far as the young ladies, we have to learn to walk, if we fall down a few times, we have to get back up. So, I've decided to put on a nice shirt and learn a couple of dances, the Rumba or something like that! In conclusion,
