When I took a yoga class years ago on Friday nights, the one married woman in the class always asked the "single girls" what they were doing for the weekend, every weekend. "I so envy your exciting lives," she'd say. "I'd have to coat myself in beer and stand in front of ESPN to get my husband to even notice me." I hated to tell her that I had absolutely nothing going and that I might even be inclined to watch a little ESPN. (Note to aspiring girlfriends/wives -- you get advanced girlfriend points if you can go directly to ESPN on the remote without any help from the audience. Men will fall at your feet. Trust me on this one.)
One of my favorite devotions is a fifty-four day novena to Our Lady of Pompeii. As far as novenas go, it's beautiful in its simplicity. You say one rosary every day for twenty-seven days in petition for a request, one per day for twenty-seven days in thanks, whether your request has come true or not. Most people advise this as a marriage novena. For this reason it's called the irrestible novena, like one of those recipes to make a man marry you (engagement chicken is the one that I've eaten in a pre-trial for someone's beloved -- it was good, but engagement good? I didn't think so.) and love you forever. I've never used it for that reason, but I feel certain that it's effective. When you commit yourself to something, no matter how mysterious, you can't help but feel the change. It's like when the right person comes into the room. The energy shifts; you start to notice things you never did before. If you're lucky, you don't snap out of it.
Michelle's Spell of the Day
"The glass is half full. And it's full of poison." Woody Allen
Cocktail Hour
Drinking suggestion -- Vodka Martinis with blue cheese olives. The Spell cannot indulge in blue cheese because of an unfortunate food allergy, but it's a very tasty food combination.
Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy Sunday!
14 comments:
Yoga at my Pagoda.
I see absolutely nothing wrong with chasing an orgiastic future, even a receding one.
Sometimes I even like pain without the gain.
I like the Walker Cup better than the Ryder Cup.
I drink alone.
Come over to my place and watch ESPN. We can plot something together.
Sounds good to me. What channel are the Lions on? Green Bay, isn't it? I'll call Michelle and see if she can make us a burning bush.
I'd rather watch her than those pussies anyday.
I hear you.
O Mighty Isis i am hypmotized and will do anything you wont. Old Miami for pizza and drink some day with Tigers rising World Series. Only tigers giving willies
Tamils Rock on Detroit'sFoxy Lady R2 C2!
Dear Michelle,
marriage is a fifty fifty proposition, luck of the draw. LOVELY dramatic view and post, as always. Bravo!
I'm glad I stumbled onto your blog, as it's one of the best I've come by in awhile. Great writing and take-your-breath-away pictures!
Meshele, so sexy and dramatics and such beauty. More the dramas than Isadroa Duncan and Galina Ulanova mixed. I am jealous (laughs) but proud also. xo N. Will write poem.
Love the picture. I give you credit for going to a yoga class. I do yoga, about once a year, from the comfort of my living room. I don't know if I'd have the courage to sit with a group of people and have them look at everything I can't do with my unbendy body. Especially shouting "ow oh no cramp!!" I think I'd be the laughing stock of the class.
Post a Comment