Harry and George came to visit me for my birthday. They were NOT invited. I showed them the door, but they brought in their bags instead ... Talk about a blue birthday. Maybe it's the awful gray and rain and cold. Maybe it's Harry who refuses to leave. Maybe it's because I couldn't go to Mass. Maybe, maybe ... nothing. But I sure was sucked deep into my navel ... woe is me.
Fortunately, my good husband had ordered an antidote and it arrived shortly:
This is a censer for burning frankincense! I couldn't wait to get a hot coal in it and dump some frankincense on top! I couldn't wait to pray the rosary! Holy smokes! I love having a churchy smell at home. And in spite of Harry and all the other annoyances in my life, the blues went pffftt. So I'll state the obvious: prayer is the answer to everything. Whether in a good state or bad, happy or sad. Prayer.
I have a couple of other antidotes. I am savoring Joseph Pearce's Literary Converts. What an amazing book! To get a peek into the spiritual lives of these literary giants strengthens my own beliefs. I am looking up little known books by some of my favorite writers, as well as being introduced to some of their friends. My newest discovery is Robert Hugh Benson. And the best part is that many of these older works are now available as Kindle editions for only a couple of bucks. Over Christmas holidays I made a serious dent in my physical reading pile, so I'm thankful I don't have to worry about the electronic pile toppling over.
I am also typing my stories (and this blog post) with these lovely mink cashmere gloves. I have to remind myself to put them in my drawer. Um, I really do work and not just pet the cat all day long ... As you can see, I am quite good at celebrating each and every day. Do you?